Before their eyes, a white rabbit suddenly appeared on the windowsill where Miss Hao was. The rabbit was over two feet long, snow-white all over. Its fur now stood erect like sharp swords, its two ears stabbed straight into the night sky, and even its crimson eyes were as ferocious as blood.
"Yu'er..." Miss Hao cried out urgently at the sight.
"Squeak, squeak..." The rabbit suddenly reared up again, and its two-foot-long body abruptly swelled as though it had been inflated.
"Whoosh..." A stream of black vapor blew from the rabbit's mouth, shooting like an arrow toward the Little Gold Temple monks who had just produced the bowl-shaped Buddhist artifact! As the black vapor rushed forth, the rabbit's body shriveled again, becoming even thinner and smaller than before, while its raised fur slowly smoothed back down.
When the black vapor reached the heads of the monks, it immediately spread into a cloud and slowly descended over them.
Mingfa and the others knew how formidable that black vapor was, but they had already been injured and had been drained of strength by the rabbit's shrill cry. Even if they wished to flee now, they could not. As the black vapor fell, every monk was entangled by it. In but a moment, their bodies tilted to one side, and they moved no more.
"Damn it..." Xiao Jian had forcibly withstood the rabbit's piercing cry. Seeing that the monks had stopped moving and that the rabbit had turned its head as though looking at him, he could not help crying out and retreating several steps. Yet what terrified Xiao Jian was that the moment he stepped back, the rabbit, which had already relaxed, immediately rose with a "whoosh." Its fur bristled once more, and the whiskers at its mouth trembled rapidly up and