"Bang!"
Hu Dan watched a fine head explode right before his eyes, showering the ground with blood, though most of the brain matter turned into billowing steam that wrapped around the black flame serpents shooting into the sky, vanishing in a flash.
"Save me! Save me!"
A monk clutched his head, crying out as he ran over, but before he could reach the ruins of the Bao Yan Pagoda, the exact same scene repeated itself. A black flame line burst through the skull, and the corpse toppled forward, sliding a long distance.
It was not just here; similar situations were happening in every corner of the temple. At first, it was just isolated incidents, but within the span of a few breaths, the entire temple was filled with wails. The fire lines bursting through skulls also ignited nearby buildings, sparking a fire.
Beneath the towering black flames, the temple was already a sea of blood.
No matter how arrogant the monks of the Jingshui Altar had acted before, they had all become mere fodder in the mouth of a demon—only a legendary demon possessed such methods to make body and mind tremble with terror!
"What... what is happening?"
Beside him, Shan Jiao had already lifted her hood, revealing an exquisite yet pale face. The scene inside the temple reflected in her eyes in bizarre colors, slowly eroding her courage. At that moment, both of them stood upon the ruins of the Bao Yan Pagoda, surrounded by elite members summoned from various sects. Given their strength, they should have been able to easily control the situation in the temple, yet facing the scene before them, they were all helpless and didn't know where to begin.
Hu Dan managed to keep his cool. He had already gathered firsthand information from all sides