Following the constant impact of the undead tribe and the Shura tribe, Alex saw some monks could not hold it any longer. After spitting blood, they fell to the ground and did not get up again.

It was the end of their lives.

“The unrest Kala shall not never reincarnate, Amitabha!”

“The unrest Kala shall not never reincarnate, Amitabha...”

This was the dying cry of every monk who had depleted his vitality.

Upon losing their lives, their souls all turned into beams of golden light, soared into