I don't know what happened here, but so many people have died.
As Mo Lin walked further up the mountain, the corpses became more numerous.
Until Mo Lin reached the mountaintop.
The ground was covered with corpses.
These corpses should be the Daoist Temple disciples; all of them were dead now.
A man with blood flowing from his body stood straight on the ground, with Seven-Colored Wish Power surging from him.
This man had a long sword piercing through his chest, leaving a bloody hole.
He seemed to have gone through a fierce battle.
The whole Daoist Temple was wiped out; only he survived.
The man's pupils suddenly fixed on Mo Lin, and he raised his right hand, gathering Seven-Colored Wish Power in the air.
"You dogs, I will not hand over the City God Lady's immortal body to you."
The man roared at Mo Lin.
"You Ghost-catching Celestial Masters are truly despicable, acting in the name of saving the world yet doing the most vile things. Hypocrites."
