Chapter 392 The Third Divine Power

ng Infant Beads had thinned considerably, with faint cracks appearing on them.“No!” the murderous infant monk roared, spitting out a mouthful of black blood.Whoa! After the fatal blow, the Soul Devou...ants, writhing in agony before even their bones were devoured by the insects.“Amitabha Buddha, calamity, calamity…”This is a blank line.Countless monks chanted with grim faces, their expressions fille...