Chapter 732 - 630: Eighteen Levels of Hell (Additional Update Requesting Monthly Tickets)
Tick tock!
Tick tock!
The clouds vanish, rain ceases. Droplets of blood fall to the ground, mingling with the rain, seeping into the parched earth, absorbed instantly.
The once formidable Temple Warrior Lu Zhong now kneels on the ground, his two-handed sword broken in half, blood oozing from the corner of his mouth.
All around him, layer upon layer of papermen stretching endlessly...
"Demon!"
Lu Zhong glared at Fang Xing, his eyes brimming with fury: "Even if I die fighting today, righteousness will prevail! Someday, my comrades will take your head on my behalf, under the watchful gaze of the Divine..."
"Oh? You won’t see that day coming."
Fang Xing seemed intrigued, standing before Lu Zhong: "Temple Warrior... I haven’t even asked your name, yet you attack me without discernment... I have decided, I’ll capture your soul, bind it to the papermen, and let you suffer eternal torment."
Of course, this was a lie, an opponent of this level wasn’t worth such effort.
The reason Fang Xing said this was because he sensed that the Temple Warrior still had a trump card left.
Moreover, he was quite interested, and took the chance to try it out.