Just now, when he was captured by that move, he not only felt Fang Cheng's strength was unimaginably strong, but he also noticed that the other party seemed to have held back, not using full force to take their lives.
The lama who attempted to attack again heard this, and his aura involuntarily deflated, causing his actions to halt.
The illusory image of the deity behind him also dissipated instantly, as if it had never appeared.
At this moment, the room was in a mess.
The two lamas looked at each other, full of hesitation, unsure whether to regroup or give up altogether.
Fang Cheng still maintained a calm expression, his whole body tensed, exuding an invisible aura of power, like a beast ready to hunt at any moment.
Xu Sanduo was huddled in the corner, gasping heavily for breath.
He watched everything before him in shock, his gratitude and admiration for Fang Cheng increasing even further.
"Sir."
After a moment of standoff, the lama who almost had his wrist broken spoke up:
