The Black Bear Spirit calmly said.
As a thief demon well-versed in Buddhist magical artifacts, it was well aware of the power of these Eighth Grade Prayer Beads.
Impressive, definitely impressive.
At least, if that Nine Pearl Monk wielded these Prayer Beads against it, it might not be killed instantly, but would certainly suffer serious injuries.
However, as the saying goes, there's always someone stronger, and a mountain taller.
Having witnessed the might of the boss's furnace, in the eyes of the Black Bear Spirit, even Eighth Grade Magical Artifacts seemed insignificant.
At that moment, beside the Nine Pearl Monk, his tall and illusory Dharma Aspect had already taken hold of the Prayer Beads.
He and the Nine Pearl Monk both looked down at the human and demon opposite them with a stern gaze.
"This monk doesn't easily use this Dharma Gate; everything was brought upon by your own doing."
