The Pinnacle Of Life

Crack!

Alex had imbued the arrow with all of his additional abilities. Its power was three times more powerful than the previous arrow.

However, he did not expect that the Black Robe would possess extremely powerful abilities. While retaliating against the old monk, he could still swing the weapon in his hand and sever the demonic arrow. Even so, the broken arrow grazed his jawbone and tore apart his black robe, leaving a scratch on his chin.

The Black Robe roared furiously. He roared continuously, telling Alex to aim properly before shooting.

As a result, one arrow, two arrows, three arrows were shot… Until the fifth arrow, the Black Robe was completely infuriated as he finally sensed something was wrong. He turned around and looked at Alex and the Mystic Maiden.

Roar!

“Who are you? D*mn it. You are not Logres Leonard. Where is Logres Leonard?!”

Alex looked at the Black Robe and just abandoned Arash’s Bow. This was not really his specialty, but he thought of his wife, Dorothy Assex. She was the master of archery. When he thought about her every time, he felt heartache and wondered how she was now and whether she could return. However, now it was not the time to think about all those. So he put away Arash’s Bow and took out Athena’s spear and shield without saying anything.

two weapons,

blurted out, “Medusa’s Aegis Shield? Who are you? Where did you get Medusa’s

’Isn’t this called the Shield of Victory Goddess? Why did he say

it well either. So he simply did not speak and

in his pitch-black eye sockets.

looked at the old

he was a

allowed Alex to attack secretly. He was quite crafty, a trickster. Alex was afraid that this monk did not abide by the rules and taboos of Buddhism and had a glib tongue without a word

the old monk rushed over, blocked the Black Robe, and folded his hands as he said, “Amitabha! Almsgiver, you’re greedy! Greed makes people lose their nature and causes them to be outcasts.

“Bald *ss! Repent, my

Black Robe was genuinely

those who came in turned out to be the monk’s helpers. He would be foolish if he still could

him because he knew his cultivation level was too low, and he could not intervene in the battle at all. Even the Mystic Maiden hid far away at

old monk roared and jumped

soon as golden light radiated all over his body, a hundred foot tall Vajra Phantasm appeared, and Buddhist