When the solemn High Priest drank the wine in the gourd, his entire aura changed. He was like a deranged drunkard.

However, after falling, the confident and suave impression of him shattered in an instant, vanishing without a trace. Everyone watching almost staggered themselves.

“The High Priest’s spiritual fluctuations have changed.” Long Chen looked over. He suddenly had a thought.

At this moment, the Blood race’s Emperor stabbed his spear at the High Priest’s back when he fell. However, without even turning back, the High Priest swung his sword, blocking the spear.

He suddenly turned. Like a wild gale, his sword unleashed waves of divine light, and he attacked nineteen times in a row.

As the sound...