"Still haven't found Wu Yankong?"
In the huge temple, all the monks had already ingested the tranquilizer darts, were being carried out, and one by one were being loaded onto trucks.
"Only Wu Yankong is still missing."
Committee Member Gu Lin nodded.
"Forget about him, hurry, load these monks onto the vehicles.
"Everyone, prepare to retreat!"
These monks had all been transformed into Martial Slaves, their blood qi, spirit, will, even their lives, were at the whim of their master!
They were all ordinary people, at most used as tools for evil, not deserving of death, the Immortal Committee still needed to find a way to rescue them!
"And those tourists who mistakenly learned martial arts, I'm afraid some of them have also become Martial Slaves.
"Sigh, never mind that for now, quick! Load up, everyone get in the vehicles, let's go quickly!"
Whoosh...
The night wind gradually grew stronger, blowing against Committee Member Gu Lin's body and face.
