"Clang!"
The Asura directly hefted the sword of the Formation and swung it at the four disciples of the Destroy Holy Temple!
This was truly returning their own way onto themselves!
Your own sword, let you taste it yourselves!
Those disciples of the Destroy Holy Temple were utterly terrified by the behemoth before them!
They couldn't have imagined the plot would develop in this manner.
The advantage of the previous moment had turned to a disadvantage in an instant.
The key was that they hadn't even figured out what kind of monster was standing before them!
Where did it even come from?
In its left hand was the Scythe of the Death, and in its right, it had actually seized the sword of the Formation that they four had condensed!
The key was, it swung it down upon them!
Isn't this going to take their lives?!
They knew all too well the terrifying power of this Formation.
