"Be careful, something is wrong," Lorrie reminded them, clearly on the alert.
"No funny business. Are you here to grab the treasure?" One of the disciples was about to rebuke when a white light flashed in front of him. He staggered back as if he had been struck by lightning, and he was pushed backward by a force. His mouth slightly ajar, he looked down at his chest: there was a fist-sized wound.
The disciple shook his head a few times and knelt on the ground powerlessly. Finally, he lowered his head and died.
"What happened?" All the disciples were shocked, and they did not see anyone making the attack.
With two dull thuds, two streams of blood gushed out. The two disciples were knocked backward. One of them had a hole in his chest, while the other had a hole in his head. Bo
