Who could compare with his basic strength surpassing fifty mane?
Clang... Clang......
Countless arrows hit him and fell directly to the ground. Not to mention piercing the body, even leaving white spots on his skin membrane was rare.
"Ah........"
Yan Xin wouldn't just sit by and let the crowd keep shooting arrows; he fiercely swung his Red Zen Stick, unleashing a wave of fire. After smashing countless Iron Arrows, he displayed a ferocious grin and charged directly into the crowd.
"Follow me down there and assist the army in breaking the city gate!"
It wasn't just Yan Xin who jumped onto the wall.
Four thousand Zen Temple Bhikkhus, their bodies exuding golden light, all jumped up. The first three hundred official bhikkhus had notably more intense golden light than the ones behind them. Hearing Yan Xin's command, they promptly rushed towards the southern edge of the city wall.
