Yang An dismissed the Buddha's Radiant Wheel, caught his breath, and looked toward the statue.
Although he had killed Pu Miao and several other Monks from the White Buddha Temple, there was still an old Monk whose whereabouts were unknown and could return at any moment.
Time was tight, so he had to first take care of the promise he made to that Elder.
Otherwise, if that old Monk returned, he would have no way to resist him.
He might have been able to kill Pu Miao of the Visceral Stone Realm, but that didn't mean he could fight an old Monk at the Corpse Transformation Realm—not even with the power of Flesh and Blood Rebirth.
The power difference between them was on another level entirely.
Dragging his body, which was nearly out of Mana, Yang An hurried toward the statue, his gaze fixed on the arrow among the twelve weapons in its hands.
But just as he was about to touch the arrow, disaster struck again.
A golden figure suddenly emerged from the depths of the darkness!
'Fuck!'
