Chapter 594: Bloodshed of the Dharma Protectors

Harta froze in shock at the scene before him. He had just charged forward, but before he could even make a move, the ancient pagoda was suddenly smashed apart! In the night sky, a torrent of crimson blood poured down, filling the air with a sharp, iron-like stench. An old monk's body was blasted apart by the war spear-though he hadn't died, the strike left him gravely injured. The last monk left floating in midair let out a furious roar. The golden phantom of a Buddha statue, which had nearly faded,...