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Ye Kai crawled forward slowly, but he was soon exhausted. His body was in a state of complete decay, and he gritted his teeth as he glared ferociously at his front. His fingertips turned white, but he no longer had the strength to drag his body forward even a little.1

"Climb up, why aren't you crawling anymore? Continue crawling!" The soldiers of the Death Spirit Empire sneered, the whips in their hands mercilessly lashing at Ye Kai. With every lashes, a deep bloody wound would appear on Ye Kai's body. The intense pain pierced through his heart and lungs.

He finally could no longer endure the pain and fainted.

After fighting for a long time, seeing that he had stopped moving, the soldiers of the Death Spirit Empire said dejectedly, "He fainted! It's really depressing. It seems like he can't take it anymore either. Just give him a quick death! "

As they spoke, they raised the weapons in their hands and prepared to kill Ye Kai.

At this moment, a soft shout came from afar, "Everyone, please show mercy!"

The soldiers of the Death Spirit Empire naturally wouldn't show mercy, but their voices actually contained a strange power. Although it was different from the faith power of the Holy Sect, this power seemed to be even purer and more powerful than the faith power of the Holy Church, which caused them to greatly restrain their power. Those words just now made them feel a little dizzy, and their thoughts paused for two seconds before they turned back.

Lowering their heads to look down, they saw that there was no sign of Ye Kai. They were infuriated. They looked around coldly and shouted, "Who are you? Come out quickly!"

"Amitabha!" Behind a huge rock not far away, a person slowly walked over. He wore a blue monastic robe, his hands placed in front of his chest, his face white, and beneath his pitch-black eyebrows, he had a pair of pure eyes. His lips were rosy, and his demeanor gentle, but there was not a single strand of hair on his head.

But what attracted the soldiers the most wasn't him, but the person beside him. That person was still on the ground, floating in the air, surrounded by a layer of soft golden light, following the monk step by step.

"Where did this bald donkey come from?! Why did he stop us?!" a soldier of the Death Spirit Empire yelled without any restraint.

Seeing his unkind tone, that monk was not the least bit angry. He continued to speak in a gentle tone, "Ladies and gentlemen, the heavens have brought good fortune to us. Please spare his life!"

"Spare him? Are you joking with us again? We, the Death Spirit Race and the Human Race are mortal enemies. As long as we meet, you will either die or we will die! One must fall! "

The rest of them sneered, "Why do you think we should let him go?"

The monk sighed and said, "It's been tens of thousands of years since the two of you fought. But have you ever thought about whether it would be better if the two of you joined forces? What you need for cultivation does not conflict with the human race, and can even play a minor role. If you join forces with the human race, then we will be honest with each other and benefit each other; wouldn't that be a win-win situation? "

For a moment, they were actually stumped by this monk's question. What he said made sense, but their two clans had been fighting for tens of thousands of years and the hatred between them couldn't be easily resolved. For a moment, they scratched their ears and their cheeks, unsure of what to do.

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