Chương 865: Fallout

A real Buddhist cultivator would surely be furious if he was here and he would eradicate all these unorthodox ways.

No wonder these people hid in the depths of the demon race's forbidden ground. As long as they dared to reveal their true appearance outside, they would attract calamity.

Qin Chen and the others were prepared for a great battle. Since gentle methods did not work and the old monk refused to let them go, they could only kill their way out.

"We can't let any of them off!"

The red-robed monk rotated his Buddhism beads and waved his sleeve. Countless monks rushed forward under his command. They held all kinds of weapons while flocking over like a swarm of bees. They surrounded Qin Chen and the others like a black tide.

The strength of these demon monks was probably only in the God Venerable realm. To Qin Chen and the others, as long as no quasi-emperors were backing them up, they wouldn't pose any threat.