He Tai's roar echoed through the small temple.
A dozen or so people appeared out of nowhere, showing disdain as they wielded their weapons and began to approach.
Inside the Sutra Depository, the old Monk of Tongshou Temple sighed softly, manipulating another doppelganger to prepare to take a hit for He Tai.
To this point, the old Monk of Tongshou Temple still had not grasped the ins and outs of the situation.
But this leader.
No!
To be precise, he recognized one of the two swords at the leader's waist.
Even at a distance of tens of meters, he could feel the aura emanating from it.
Gloomy, frenzied.
Filled with the stench of blood.
Demon Blade!
The old Monk of Tongshou Temple was very certain.
Just uncertain of which Demon Blade it might be.
Thinking this in his heart, the old Monk controlled another doppelganger and watched the scene unfold.
"Finish him off."
