"Abbot!"
"Abbot—!"
The fall of Void completely crushed the last vestiges of will and broke the spirit of the remaining monks of Golden Spring Temple.
Not a trace of color remained on Kongjian's face.
He took a deep breath, his eyes suddenly flashing with a near-frenzied desperation.
He didn't choose to flee, nor did he try to cling to life.
Monk Kongjian suddenly spun around and charged ferociously toward Chen Sheng.
He would drag Chen Sheng, the main culprit, down with him!
However, while his ambition was valiant, reality was cruel.
Kongjian had already been riddled with wounds from the siege of four experts of the same rank. His aura was failing, and while his desperate final strike was ferocious, it lacked form and was easily locked onto.
The moment he moved, the glint of a saber and the shadow of a sword sealed off his path.
"Hmph, struggling in the throes of death!"
