Without holding anything back, Damon unleashed a powerful tidal wave of his poisonous blood, the crimson surge expanding outward like a living ocean that swallowed everything in its path. Blood rain poured from the skies as the two characters shifted their attention to him.
"What potent poison! Amitaba!" the monk gasped in genuine shock, though his body did not retreat even a single step. His palms came together instantly, fingers aligning with practiced precision as his lips moved in a low, rhythmic chant.
A faint golden light began to bloom around him. The moment the poisonous blood rain touched that light, it hissed violently and then vanished. There was no trace of the poison left.
"It is my duty to cleanse all things evil." The monk smiled casually.
