Slaying the Eight-Armed Yasha had a very effective deterrent effect.
Zhao Xing, holding its head, passed through a dozen temples, and no one dared to stop him.
However, there were cries for help.
As Zhao Xing passed by a temple named 'Bright Mountain Monarch Temple', he suddenly heard a faint cry for help:
"Save, save me."
A fifth-rank priest, with half of his body, lay on the threshold of the temple.
His face was ferocious, his forehead bore tiger stripes, his cheeks were cracked open, and fur had grown on his body.
Zhao Xing glanced at him; the back half of his body had disappeared, swallowed by a black crack.
The crack resembled a tiger's mouth, with fangs, devouring the divine glow from his body.
If not for the strong vitality of the Pure Essence of Fifth Grade, having only half of his body, he would surely be dead.
