"Kill them! Charge over! Kill them! We'll win! Kill them!" Fa Jing let out a furious roar and forcefully waved his hand forward. At that moment, the look of an eminent monk on his body was no longer visible. There was only a ferocious face, a terrifying roar, and a temperament like that of a God of killing. It was as if he had turned into another person in an instant.
The cultivators from the immortal spirit domain beside him also let out a cry and charged forward. However, Fa Jing did not move. He remained standing there, panting heavily. His eyes were filled with killing intent but he was forcefully controlling it. At the same time, a string of prayer beads appeared in his hand. He kept spinning them and chanted Scriptures. As the Scriptures were chanted, the killing intent in his body slowly dissipated. After a while, his eyes regained their clarity. He also heaved a sigh of relief.
