Chapter 1828

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. Howeve