บท 4782: Bitter Words

His bare upper body was surging with unimaginably pure Yan power under his tough and withered skin.

A total of 14 Black and lustrous ring beads exuded a clear brilliance that blocked all resentment, evil thoughts, and monstrous Blood Qi.

Above Monk Konglun's head, a pair of heaven-covering palms appeared from a mysterious light wheel. After blocking the wild sand colossus's attack, they retreated.

At this moment, the originally earth-shaking battlefield fell into a brief silence.

Time seemed to have stopped.

Monk Konglun made his move, and his first move was against Lady Sha, who was controlling the wild sand giant.

Jian Qing and the others retreated and quickly arrived in front of him.

"Senior Brother, you're finally willing to help," Jian Qing panted heavily. Apparently, he had been severely injured by the attack just now.

Konglun retracted his hand and looked forward with his clear and emotionless eyes.