Give Baosha an Explanation

Longyou, Qinzhou.

Baosha Temple's rear mountain, restricted grounds.

What should have been a place of Buddhist tranquility was now permeated by a sickeningly sweet, bloody stench.

Three figures stood guard outside the pitch-black cave in a triangular formation.

"Three days."

Wangfan stared fixedly at the deep, shadowy cave, his throat dry.

"Senior Brother, is that Wangchi... really reliable?"

Beside him, Wangnian wiped the cold sweat from his forehead, the flesh on his fat face trembling incessantly.

"What if he isn't?"

"Senior Brother Abbot's time was already running out. If we gambled, there might still be a sliver of hope. If we sat waiting for death..."

Before he could finish.

Roar—!!!

An incomparably shrill beastly roar suddenly exploded from the depths of the cave.

Right after that.

Rumble—

The entire rear mountain seemed to tremble.

A cloud of black smoke, accompanied by demonic aura, surged wildly out of the cave entrance.

The already withered vegetation turned directly to ash the instant it touched that black aura.

"This... this is..."

All three men's expressions changed drastically, and they instinctively retreated several steps.

"Damn it!"

Wangnian gritted his teeth. "I said Wangchi was a madman! How could the Spirit-Seizing Art possibly be so easy..."

However.

Just as the three of them were filled with worry.

"Wretched beast! You still dare act ferocious?!"

From the sound of it.

It was that young monk, Wangchi!

Immediately afterward.

Hummm—

The demonic aura that had been raging wildly.

Actually froze in an instant.

Roar... howl... whimper...

The shrill beastly roars rapidly shifted from furious rage to terror, then finally into mournful pleas for mercy.

In the end.

They gradually weakened until they vanished completely.

The rear mountain's restricted grounds returned to dead silence.

"It... it worked?"

Wangfan swallowed hard, his eyes wide as he stared at the