She didn't turn around, but gently said, "Master, could you let me go?"

"Are you a dead person? Forgive me, I can't pretend I didn't see that!" Old Monk Qinghai's voice became unusually serious. He had been speculating during the day, and now that he saw the scene of the Death Soul Worm gathering dead souls, he was even more convinced. The aura radiating from him became apparent, as if he was about to make a move.

Frowning, Kikyo felt a trace of unspeakable annoyance in her heart. She turned around, intending to say something more, but was involuntarily stunned when she saw the old monk's appearance.

The old monk stood there solemnly, with young monks behind him, but compared to during the day, they were in quite a sorry state now. Their monk robes were torn to shreds, and even if they tried to tidy them, there were still many places damaged, turning into tattered strips.

And the young monks had several bruises on their faces, and the old monk had a blackened, bruised eye with a cloth stuffed in his nose, seemingly to stop bleeding...

Even at this moment, he had a righteous, solemn, and dignified appearance, holding the Magical Artifact in his hand, standing there. The mana aura fluctuated strongly, and whether he exuded a just attitude of hating evil as a sworn enemy or not, it could not change this sorry appearance... it even formed an extremely stark contrast.

Although the witch did not laugh aloud, it was very clear that she was stunned for a moment, and her expression instantly appeared very odd.

A flaw!

This is the moment!

The old monk's eyes burst with sharpness, and he shouted loudly, abruptly raising his hand to grip the Magical Artifact. It was a spherical object carved with a dragon pattern, resembling a Divine Dragon coiling around a pearl. With the infusion of mana, the Magical Artifact emitted a dazzling light.

From the overflowing light, a dragon-shaped figure roared out, quickly growing in the wind, transforming into an outline several feet long!

Although it was summoned in the form of a Divine Dragon, this summoning entity used a method akin to a giant python strangling its prey. The massive dragon-shaped shadow suddenly entangled the unsuspecting witch opposite, with one claw grabbing hard at her slender and graceful neck!

"Rest in peace, witch!"

The old monk shouted, feeling the intense depletion of his mana, and was both shocked and horrified by the terrifying extent of the witch opposite. It was likely far beyond his imagination! However, he did not intend to retreat but steeled himself to increase the infusion of mana.

"You can't escape the Soul Binding Technique! Just ascend to heaven! Don't linger in the mortal world anymore, I'm saving your soul!"

He shouted loudly, hoping his words might have some effect, even if just a little. As long as this witch listened a little and had a wavering heart, it would make the task of saving her soul much easier.

However...

The effect was indeed there, but it was a counter-effect.

Coming to her senses, Kikyo's eyes turned icy cold, and even her tone carried an unusually visible anger: "Save me? — Just you?!"

"Master, look over here!"

Two voices sounded simultaneously, overlapping at this moment.

At this moment, the old monk heard a whooshing sound in his ears, his eyes widened in astonishment, just as he turned his head, he saw a fist enlarging rapidly in his vision!

On the other side, the witch swung her sleeve forcefully, and the massive Divine Dragon coiling tightly around her was instantly expanded and shattered by the terrifying immense Spiritual Power! Additionally, under the formidable impact of Spiritual Power, the entire body of the Divine Dragon ruptured inch by inch on the spot, as if dismembered!

Luminous fragments, not composed of flesh and blood, shot out in all directions, as if it were raining fragments by the river!

"Ah!"

The old monk's agonized cry resounded as his entire body flew backward, landing heavily on the ground, with the Magical Artifact in his hand slipping out, rolling a few times before it cracked apart into several pieces... Naturally, it wasn't the poor quality that caused it to shatter upon impact, but it was due to the backlash caused by the destruction of the mana dragon under the witch's Spiritual Power impact.

"Ah ah ah ah ah ah..."

Seeing the old monk decisively defeated, the young monk behind him was frightened, let out a scream, and turned, rolling and crawling into the forest, with no one stopping him.

"You... you..."

The old monk was extremely distressed, first looking at his lost Magical Artifact, not knowing he had narrowly escaped. His eyes, both blackened, lifted from the ground in anger and shock, looked at the half-demon youth who appeared out of nowhere, only to see him leisurely retract his fist.

This was the result of Gu Mo not using his full strength, otherwise—

An average constitution like this old monk at such an advancing age, Gu Mo's 15 power points were indeed enough to kill someone with a single punch, the head would burst open.

"Master, why bother incessantly chasing, I thought you had already learned enough of a lesson during the day..."

Gu Mo said with a sardonic smile. He didn't turn back to look at the witch behind him, but could still sense the cold, oppressive atmosphere from Kikyo at this moment: "In the afternoon, not getting stabbed to death with pitchforks by the villagers and being able to run away was already quite fortunate, why be so ungrateful?"

"You... you all..." The old monk was both angry and anxious, yet due to the recent punch, he was struggling to catch his breath. He propped himself on the ground with all fours, panting for a long while before reluctantly raising his head to look at the witch who was gazing at him with cold and indifferent eyes.

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