A relieved smile bloomed on the face of the High Priest, like the warm spring sun—warm and serene. His body gradually became transparent, fluttering like fine gauze in the wind, and finally dissipated into nothingness like early morning mist under the rising sun. "May the gods watch over you~" His voice seemed to come from afar, lingering in everyone's ears. Feng Wenjun and the others gazed quietly at the spot where the High Priest had vanished, their eyes filled with admiration and respect, while a trace of sorrow welled up in their hearts.
"These members of the Demon Race are truly despicable." Wang Han's voice carried an irrepressible fury as he clenched his fists so tightly that his nails dug deep into his palms.
Qian Yuchen's face was written with helplessness. He let out a gentle sigh and said in a heavy tone, "We can't do it right now. With our current strength, we are simply powerless." A hint of despair flashed through his eyes, as if he foresaw a dark future.
Chapter 39