Six monks did not rush forward immediately but each stood in a different position, taking out Small Blood Pills to eat and temporarily replenishing their Qi.
The camel fell down but did not die immediately, continuing to let out anguished roars.
After resting for a moment, the monk elder suddenly flashed forward, turning into a shadow that moved extremely fast, sweeping past the camel's neck. The blue longsword in his hand glinted as it slashed a deep, more than three-meter long wound across the camel's neck.
With a shriek, the camel flailed wildly with its legs, trying to stand up, but ultimately it lacked the strength to do so.
The wound on the neck seemed to sever the camel's fatal artery, blood spraying out, and a great amount of fresh blood formed a stream on the grass.
Subsequently, the camel no longer moved, finally dead.
The six monks breathed a sigh of relief and wiped the sweat from their foreheads.
The monk elder turned to look at the distant Yang Xiao and said:
