Chapter 89: Every battle will have sacrifices, this is inevitable
Every leap was accompanied by the flash of black light, as if echoing the stars in the night sky.

The monk felt the strange power and strong sense of oppression emanating from Su Jing, and a smile appeared on his face.

This smile reveals strong confidence and composure.

He spoke slowly, his voice low and powerful: "I know you are very powerful, but if you want to break my defense by yourself, I'm afraid it's too naive.

The strength of the Ten Thousand Buddhas Temple is far beyond your imagination.

If I guess correctly, you are Su Jing, the leader of the Red Moon Organization, right?
You are indeed extremely smart and courageous. You actually dared to lead Tang Sanzang away and then turn around to attack our temple headquarters.

But you are totally wrong and have underestimated the power of our Wanfo Temple.

Today, you will pay the price for your arrogance."

The monk's words were full of threats and warnings, but Su Jing remained calm.

As a Buddhist holy place with a long history, Wanfo Temple has a profound heritage and is by no means as simple as it appears on the surface.

Since he has chosen this path, he has already prepared for all challenges.

No matter how many difficulties and obstacles lie ahead, he will kill them all until he achieves his goal!

"field."

Su Jing spoke briefly and to the point. With a wave of his hand, the sky and the earth changed color in an instant.

The change was so fast that it was almost impossible to catch. In just a moment, the entire sky was swallowed up by endless darkness.

The darkness came so suddenly and so thoroughly that even the light was swallowed up by it.

In this sudden darkness, everyone lost their vision and could no longer see each other.

For a moment, the air was filled with an inexplicable sense of depression and panic.

"Is this your innate ability?"

In the darkness, the monk's voice was a little flustered, and he was obviously shocked by this sudden change.

Su Jing did not answer, but quietly stretched out his hand and lightly pointed in the direction of the monk through the inky black air.

This seemed to have touched some mysterious power.

In the darkness, ripples like waves began to spread slowly with Su Jing's fingers as the center.

Those ripples may seem gentle, but they contain endless power and can easily destroy any obstacles in their way.

The monk's face turned pale in an instant.

He felt a terrifying force like a tidal wave surging towards him, so powerful that he could not resist it.

The golden bell of Buddha's light, which had been condensed with all one's strength, seemed so fragile in the face of this force that it shattered in an instant.

The moment the golden bell shattered, the terrifying force invaded the monk's body like a flood.

An earth-shaking roar suddenly erupted from within the body, with countless thunders raging.

Broken veins, melted muscles, evaporated blood, these horrific scenes that originally only existed in legends were now happening one by one on the monk's body.

The monk let out a heart-wrenching scream. The ease and confidence on his face were no longer there. Instead, there was endless fear and despair.

He didn't even see Su Jing's attack method clearly, but he had already suffered such a heavy blow.

Su Jing was also deeply shocked.

This was the first time he used the innate ability of the Ghost King realm - domain.

He could feel that one third of the strange power in his body was drained away in an instant, which made him realize that although this ability was powerful, it could not be used frequently.

But looking at the tragic scene before him, he was still very satisfied with the lethality.

In the darkness, Su Jing stood quietly, like a towering mountain standing in the center of the storm.

There was no expression on his face, but his eyes were shining with determination and resoluteness.

Su Jing gently took back his innate ability - domain.

At that moment, it was as if an invisible hand gently pushed aside the dark curtain covering the temple, the sun shone again, and the blue sky and white clouds came into view again.

The whole world seemed to have experienced a short dream and returned to the bright reality.

As the light returned, everyone's eyes were focused on the sky.

There, Su Jing was confronting the high monks from Wanfo Temple.

Amazingly, neither of them seemed to have moved at all.

Su Jing's face was still as calm as water, without any ripples. It was obvious that the thrilling battle just now had no effect on him. But the monk looked extremely terrified at this moment.

His mouth opened wide, as if he wanted to shout something, but no sound came out.

His eyes widened, and the blood vessels around his eye sockets were greatly stimulated and began to spread, creating a strange scene.

Then, something even more terrifying happened.

The monk's body began to melt slowly, as if being eroded by some invisible force.

His flesh began to peel off, shattering into countless tiny pieces that fell down like a bloody rain.

In the blink of an eye, the monk's body turned into a pool of flesh and blood, and the bloody smell filled the air.

At this moment, a black nematode crawled out of the flesh and blood, obviously trying to take the opportunity to escape.

Its movements suddenly froze because a powerful mental force had locked it firmly.

Li Fuyin's figure flashed before everyone's eyes. She stretched out her slender fingers, pinched lightly, and controlled the black nematode in her hand.

The nematode struggled in her palm, making a faint hissing sound, but it was unable to break free from the powerful mental restraints.

This scene terrified everyone present.

Whether it was the members of the Red Moon Organization, the personnel of Wanshou Mountain, or the monks of Wanfo Temple, they all opened their eyes wide and looked at everything happening before their eyes in disbelief.

They couldn't imagine that this eminent monk who held a high status in the Wanfo Temple would end up like this.

Su Jingze stood quietly above the sky, his eyes deep and calm.

He had anticipated all this and showed no surprise or joy at the monk's death.

"The boss is invincible!"

"The boss is invincible!"

"The boss is invincible!"

The members of the Red Moon Organization instantly became excited, and their emotions were like ignited flames, burning fiercely.

The powerful fighting ability displayed by Su Jing shocked and inspired them to admire him. His figure had become an unattainable god in their hearts.

They witnessed with their own eyes Su Jing's power and determination. In a short period of time, he killed the monk from Wanfo Temple who even their attacks could not break through.

That powerful force seemed to be able to shake the heaven and earth and change the color of the entire space.

The fanaticism of the Red Moon members is no less than the worship of the monks in the Ten Thousand Buddhas Temple for the great monks.

They looked at Su Jing with fanatical glint in their eyes.

At the same time, the monks of Wanfo Temple fell into depression and panic.

The death of the great monk was like an invisible hammer that shattered the defenses in their hearts.

They looked at their companions lying on the ground, their hearts filled with helplessness and despair.

Su Jing did not personally participate in the following battle.

He stood aside, quietly observing the battle.

If you want to improve the strength of the entire organization, you can't just rely on devouring other mutants.

True growth requires going through the trials of blood and fire, and constantly breaking through oneself between life and death.

Half an hour later, the battle finally came to an end.

The monks of the Ten Thousand Buddhas Temple have all fallen to the ground, their lives gone, leaving only a field of black nematodes.

Members of the Red Moon Organization and the Mountain of Ten Thousand Beasts acted quickly, peeling off the nematodes and taking them as their trophies.

Xu Zhuwei walked to Su Jing's side, his face looking a little heavy.

He counted the data on the scene, and then reported to Su Jing: "Boss, our Red Moon Organization lost more than 30 people in this battle."

Su Jing didn't say anything, but just nodded silently.

There will be sacrifices in every battle, this is inevitable.

Otherwise the entire organization will become extremely bloated.

Compassion does not command troops!

(End of this chapter)