"You will not die a good death, you definitely will not die a good death."
Pamom cursed hysterically, but as he saw the approaching Genetic Warrior, he lost control of his bladder and bowels from fear.
No matter how much these monks struggled or cursed, it was futile. The Genetic Warriors, following Su Jie's orders, stepped forward to rid these monks of their worries.
The ear-piercing screams were incessant. Although the Genetic Warriors had never performed such acts before, their enhanced physical abilities were on par with those of highly skilled surgeons; with their daggers, they performed purifications, erasing worries and truly achieving a state of desirelessness.
"Can... Can I do it?"
Suddenly, a voice came from behind.
Su Jie turned his head to see several imprisoned women being brought out.
Their eyes filled with resentment as they looked at the monks, disregarding the risks, they gritted their teeth and spoke.
"Leave it to you."