The once-confident disciple had been reasonably capable.
Under the influence of Dragon Roar, he had barely managed to regain consciousness.
Then, with blood streaming from all seven orifices, he forced himself to crawl from the plaza into the hall, stopping before the memorial tablets. He cried out in anguish and begged them.
"Lord Matsumoto, Lord Tojo, please! Show yourselves!"
"Can't you summon the glory you once had and help us slay this demon from hell?"
"We've worshipped you so sincerely every day. Please, save your descendants!"
The disciple's plea was sincere enough.
But the people enshrined on those memorial tablets couldn't manifest themselves at all.
Of course, even if they had, it wouldn't have helped.
Instead, the Demon Children outside, still playing "Step-Step Fun," heard the disciple's cries.
Curious, they gathered around the hall and began attacking it.
Their strength wasn't enough to shake the hall's structure.
But with their various abilities, some blew gusts of wind while others blasted it with water.
In the end, they forcibly pulled the disciple out of the hall.
One Demon Child pinched the disciple's body between its fingers and shoved him straight into its mouth.
But just before the disciple went in, the Demon Child caught a particularly foul smell coming from his unmentionables.
What a buzzkill!
It immediately lost interest, flung him to the ground, and smashed him into a flattened lump of flesh.
This was just one of countless such examples.
Throughout Guanyin Temple, the Demon Children's excited cries of "Roooar, roooar!" rang out.
Under the Demon Children's wanton destruction, every player present was soon killed.
Even the settlement leader, who had hidden in an underground Secret Chamber after seeing Lin Zhiluo arrive—
the master whom the disciple had said was preparing to assassinate Yazi—was lifted into the sky by a