The Harken shifted slightly as soon as the old monk struck out at them. That said, it immediately sat back down at once.

It didn’t move because it had to guard against more important things, such as the souls of Tengri and Temujin. After all, it needed to be able to react accordingly in the event of any contingencies, and it couldn’t afford to waste any of its energy on the God’s Whip.

And right now, it only had a window of seven minutes to work with.

If Zhao Yun fails, it would have to take Qin Ye and rush right out of Chonggu County, as well as contain the might of the Red Lotus of the Purgatory. Naturally, it simply didn’t have the latitude to keep these Yin soldiers at bay. Besides, the seven minute window was a one-off trigger, and it couldn’t be retracted as soon as it was activated.

“Vanish…” The old monk’s eyes blazed with boundless netherflames. Ryu Changmin’s abilities were completely meaningless in the face of an Abyssal Prefect’s abilities. At once, a hand reached out and grabbed him by the head.

Fast… The old monk moved beyond the speed of sound, causing a look of despair to surface in the depths of Ryu Changmin’s eyes. But, just then, a fan suddenly rapped the old man hard on the hand. It sounded no different from a gentle tap, but it instantly sent the old monk flying back hundreds of meters, spewing out copious amounts of Yin energy at once.

Whoosh...