บท 867: Sea-like Demon Buddha

Qin Chen and the others' minds descended into chaos and it seemed that they were on the verge of losing control of their natural instincts. They were gradually falling into madness. If this continued, their souls might be destroyed.

They were already being affected now. The bloodthirsty thoughts in their hearts could not be suppressed. It was like dry wood that had been ignited, burning with raging flames.

Only by killing could they recover some of their rationality, but this would only make them fall into endless slaughter.

Those monks were not living people. No matter how they killed them, they could not be destroyed.

If this continued, Qin Chen and the others would be the ones who would be finished.

It was like cutting meat with a blunt knife. Although it would not kill one immediately, one would continuously bleed until one fell into endless weakness and was at the mercy of others.