Chapter 627

"What's going on?" Jason asked Niall.

"The Babylon abducted Miss Dale," Niall spoke in a hurry.

"What did you just say?" Jason's expression changed, and he instantly flashed away.

After Jason had left, all the monks on the scene collectively breathed a sigh of relief, and those two columns of golden light had settled down as well.

"After what happened today, no one else but him could be lauded as the world's strongest person." An old monk of the Abbott Temple who survived sighed.

He knew that it was impossible for him to seek vengeance against someone like Jason. Although their thousand-year-old organization was destroyed within a moment, they could do nothing but swallow their frustrations.

The history books were written by the winners, and the winners were always the stronger person among any conflicts.

"I wish to pacify this demon, my heart is willing, but my flesh has failed!" the old monk spoke calmly.

"The Lord is merciful." All the surviving monks recited a chant. The ma