C1679 Why Don't You Just Give It to Me?

Yanru, the Godsworn Monk, shuddered, a muffled groan escaping his lips as his face paled and a trickle of blood slid from the corner of his mouth. Zhong Wen's Soul Stab had clearly taken a toll on him.

"...Ahn, be aware that there are ten kinds of demons that will arise in the end times, within my teachings..."

Yet, to Zhong Wen's astonishment