Xue Kong's expression changed slightly, and he secretly took a few steps back and came behind the crowd.

"Coward." Mo Tong glanced at Xue Kong with disdain, then stepped forward with a grin, "This is a real battlefield. Killing one more person means we have one less competitor."

"This man is already injured and has come to us on his own initiative. How can we let him go?"

Zhang Xiang originally intended to stop him and didn't want to cause trouble, but after hearing what he said, he immediately took back the words that were on the tip of his tongue. He just stood there and watched Mo Tong walk towards the injured monk.

"Get out of here, I don't want to kill anyone!" The monk, covered in blood, looked ferocious and roared at Mo Tong.

Mo Tong chuckled.

He raised his right hand, and no one knew what magic he cast, but golden light burst out from his right hand, and a giant tiger ten feet tall appeared in front of him, and a tiger roared towards the sky.

Then, the giant golden tiger pounced on the injured monk.

A dark light flashed in the eyes of the injured monk. He slapped his storage bag and a blood-red rope flew out. As soon as the rope appeared, it suddenly lengthened and tightly bound the giant golden tiger.

With a bang.

The giant golden tiger collapsed directly.

The injured monk suddenly laughed grimly and said, "Prepare to die!"

The blood-colored rope was full of spirituality. It continued to extend like a poisonous snake, binding Mo Tong.

Mo Tong didn't care. He could tell that this person was only at the tenth level of Qi Condensation. How could he be his opponent? Just as he was about to use his skills, he heard the cultivator shout, "Everyone, why don't you help us? How long will you wait?!"

Mo Tong turned his head suddenly and his expression changed drastically.