The yellowed pages swept towards the crowd with killing intent.
The pages of the book were like cutting machines, directly crushing a dozen black-robed men.
On the other side, No Flower was wearing a green Buddhist light. His fighting style was simple, and he just charged forward.
Every collision would separate the black-robed man's flesh and bones.
Two people, two different playstyles.
They were completely opposite, but they both had miraculous effects.
The black-robed men were like paper, unable to fight back at all. They were instantly destroyed by the two of them.
Soon, everything returned to normal in the Yin Posthouse.
There was nothing but corpses all over the ground.
To solve the problem of extreme life, to solve the problem of Yin, should be worth happy about.
However, No Flower frowned.
The reason was that this group of black-robed men did not seem to be very good at fighting.