On the ground, the battle between the White-clothed Blood Monk and Tian Sha and Blood Fool had already entered a white-hot stage.
The White-clothed Blood Monk's robe had been stained red with fresh blood in several places, yet his gaze was still clear and resolute; every strike he unleashed carried a power that could not be underestimated.
Tian Sha sneered coldly off to the side, his words like sharp blades, trying to tear apart the inner calm of the White-clothed Blood Monk:
"White-clothed Blood Monk, look at that kid Lin Dong, he's nothing but a scammer. He swore up and down he'd give you half a day, and what then? Half a day's gone, and there's not even a shadow of him."
Blood Fool was also grinning ferociously at the side, clearly in full agreement with Tian Sha's words.
However, the White-clothed Blood Monk merely replied blandly, saying, "This poor monk believes in his own vision; Him, Lin Dong is not someone who would give up easily."
