As the wine entered their throats, that wild and indulgent power began to take effect. Their sober minds were shattered in an instant, and the three of them plunged straight into a state of delirium, their eyes hazy and far-away, their faces flushed, dancing with wild abandon.
They were like people high on drugs.
As for the Scripture-Seeking Team, due to their meager cultivation and the large amount of wine they had consumed, they had long since collapsed into heaps of drunken mud, losing all consciousness.
The wine of revelry continued to work its magic.
The behavior of Xuandu and his two companions grew even more frantic and uninhibited. Anyone who knew them would recognize them as renowned powerhouses of the Great Wilderness, but anyone who didn't would have taken them for ordinary, bedraggled drunkards.
Finally,
with a heavy thud,
the three of them lost all resistance and crashed to the floor.
"Heh,"
"My dear brother, your brewing skills are getting more and more impressive. You easily knocked out these three Great Wilderness demigods."
Hermes stepped out from the shadows, smiling warmly at God of Wine.
God of Wine offered a faint smile,
a trace of mockery appearing on his handsome face.
"My deceitful brother, if you could just get rid of your habit of a wine-thief, I might actually accept your praise."
Chapter 489