"Amitabha!"
He silently recited the Sutra for Rebirth, hoping those before him would have a smooth journey to the Pure Land.
Chanting sutras was a monk's essential skill, so he recited it extremely quickly, carrying the faintly radiant bearing of a Buddha statue. The old monk had already stepped one foot into the Xiantian Realm, and his entire aura had undergone an immense transformation.
If he faced Chen Mo with his current strength, he might have been even more confident!
But the outcome before him told him that he and the monks under his command might have been sold out!
Buddha is merciful!
He silently recited the words in his heart. He should not violate the precept against anger!
Now, he no longer thought about capturing the bandits. Instead, he wanted to report this matter and have his own side's higher-ups negotiate with Cambodia's upper ranks. There was definitely something wrong here.
Moreover, he had to ensure that he returned alive, then find the commander behind this operation and kill him. Only then could his subordinates and disciples rest in peace.
Now that his strength had risen by a major level, avenging his disciples and subordinates had become much easier.
After silently gazing at the dead monks for a while longer, he turned and left, gradually accelerating.
The old monk's decisive departure greatly surprised the commander watching the screen. He had not expected the old monk to leave so cleanly. He had originally thought the old monk might rescue some of the injured monks, in which case he would not be far from death.
One missile might not have killed the old monk, but what about two? And this time, under his instructions, they had specifically used two more powerful missiles!
At that moment, two streaks of light cut across