Although the old monk Hui Ming and the others were still alive, they were in more agony than if they had died, because their injuries were so severe: pale faces, constant vomiting of blood, missing arms and legs, damage to their Dantian and Meridians, and their True Qi completely dissipated... At this moment, they felt life was worse than death.
Pain!
Boundless pain!
Sorrow!
Boundless sorrow!
Frustration!
Boundless frustration!
The old monk Hui Ming closed his eyes, his heart heavy with sorrow. It was over... everything was over... the Myriad Buddhas Sect that had been passed down for hundreds of thousands of years was about to be destroyed on his watch... He had no face to meet his ancestors... At this moment, he thought of death; better to die than live such a life in shame and defeat.