'What kind of move is this?'
Mo Ling stared intently at the Prophet in the center of the Temple, as if facing a formidable foe.
However, the scene that followed shocked everyone present.
The Sheep-headed Man lifted its rack, raised it over its head with both hands, and hurled it with all its might at the Prophet, who was in the middle of powering up.
The rack tumbled through the air and smashed heavily onto the Prophet's forehead.
The Prophet's attack was interrupted on the spot, and the rage on its face became even more uncontrollable.
It no longer paid any attention to the team on the side, instead staring savagely at the Sheep-headed Man.
The Sheep-headed Man stood its ground, still wearing that same lawless expression.
Mo Ling had already been preparing a counterattack, but he was stunned by the Sheep-headed Man's actions.
'What is it trying to do?'
It seemed the Sheep-headed Man had designated the Prophet as its new target.
