"Damn bald donkey, ruining my good deeds!"

Several of the Disha Pavilion's Huajie ancestors were furious. They didn't expect that their magical power that could turn the tide of the battle would be broken by some younger Buddhists. You can imagine the anger in their hearts.

One of the men wearing a cloak and a mask swooped out.

He was in mid-air, grasping with five fingers, and the rolling evil energy condensed into a huge ghost claw. It was very fast, and it reached the head of the Buddhist soldier in the blink of an eye.

These Buddhas

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