However.

The messenger did not seem to accept their surrender.

"Do you know how to surrender now? It's too late! If you ants like you don't cherish the gift given by our Lord, you will never have a second chance! Now, you can go and die!"

The messenger said calmly and moved his palm lightly.

In an instant, the sharp swords hanging above everyone's heads flashed with cold light, and then fell down in unison, stabbing everyone's Tianling Cap.

"No!!"

"I don't want to die!"

The miserable screams echoed through the sky.

The acting abbot was desperate.

Countless people are desperate.

No one expected that he would die like this.

The messenger looked away with a slight smile, his eyes full of amusement.

This was not the first time he had carried out a killing like this.

Just...just when the sword was about to fall on the heads of these people...

Wow!

A strange breeze blew by.

All the falling swords were frozen...

"What?"

The messenger looked startled and raised his head suddenly.

But he saw that his sharp swords were wrapped in rich time spells.

This time spell is extremely subtle and cannot be imagined by ordinary people.

"Who!"

The messenger shouted loudly.

He didn't believe that anyone in Shanglong Temple could have such means.

But he saw a figure walking towards the horizon, walking in the air.
Chapter completed!