The Pinnacle Of Life

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 the sky, and plunged into a coffin next to Ksitigarbha. Alex knew this coffin very well. It was the same as the coffin stopping silently in his mind palace now, the Soul Collection Coffin!

Beams of golden light rose one after another. The Buddhist disciples of Kala Temple sacrificed themselves almost every second.

A gray-clothed arhat next to the Ksitigarbha King, who had an overwhelming magical power, recited the Buddhist melodies aloud. But bloody tears started flowing down his face.

However, this was not the most challenging moment. Soon after, Alex witnessed a stunning scene.

A group of humans was driven over a divided path in the middle of the undead army.

females, elderlies, and the young ones who were crying, trembling, and cursing. However, the undead army and the Shura tribe ferociously drove them to Kala Temple. Those who

shocked

they be

drove those ordinary people toward Kala Temple’s entrance, making them step into the spell formation and touch the grand protective formation. As a result, those people

on the edge

were pushed by someone else to touch the

“No!”

“Don’t come over! No!”

over, trying to push back those people. In front of him were two twin girls of about five or six years old with crying faces.

“Big Sis, I’m scared!”

Sis. Little Sis, Big Sis will

“Ah..!”

was their dying scream when the two

Alex was helpless.

had just witnessed the pain of that era. His hands could pass through those people’s bodies, yet he could not stop the history that

in front of