In the sky, Chen Yu was enveloped by a spherical object as big as a house, its surface and interior filled with semi-transparent, gloomy text that flickered and rose, seemingly endless.
"With this move, I sacrifice the Buddhist Practitioner and concentrate the power of the Array to the extreme, leaving you, at this moment, barely able to exert even forty percent of your strength," said the elder Old Monk Bu Ren, taking a breath, his vitality greatly diminished, a smile of victory appearing on his sinister face.
When opponents of equal strength faced off, if one side's strength was reduced by forty percent, the other could almost easily crush and claim victory.
"A bunch of monks, yet so cruel."
Chen Yu snorted coldly.
Old Monk Bu Ren had not even blinked when he sacrificed the lives of those nine Cultivators to cast this move.
"If there are hypocrites in the world, why wouldn't there be wicked monks?"
The old monk let out a sinister laugh, unrepentant.
