The once brilliantly colored Feather Garment had turned pitch-black and crumpled, hanging from his body like the hide of an old beast.
The viscous substance dripping continuously from the Feather Garment was impossible to identify as mud or blood.
His left hand and left foot were twisted grotesquely, as though some mysterious force had sucked out their bones and severed their tendons; yet his right hand and right foot were stretched taut and straight, as if those two limbs had been granted lives of their own and could not wait to break free from this gasping, trembling body.
Like those severely wounded soldiers who had fallen into nightmares and could not pull themselves free, this High Priest emitted muddled sounds of "Eee, eee, eee, eee."
Yet the sound did not come from his throat.
It came directly from his brain.
It was as though someone had hollowed out his brain and stuffed a chattering insect inside.
The Great Horned Helmet, inverted over his head and covered in antennae, resembled a torch soaked through with grease, blazing fiercely as it continuously radiated frenzied Brainwaves in every direction.
It projected messages laden with terror, despair, horror, and defeatism into everyone's minds.
Even Meng Chao felt as though a red-hot iron hammer had smashed viciously into his forehead.
For an instant, his vision blurred, and the High Priest seemed to transform into a rotting, swollen Great Horned Rat God, bloated like a giant corpse!
Meng Chao was not the only one. The fully armed witch doctors also noticed that something was wrong with the High Priest.
Disturbed by the High Priest's Brainwaves, they too saw all manner of bizarre visions, a riotous dance of demons.
Fortunately, they were all awake. Moreover, as witch doctors, they had long grown accustomed to the ghastly sights