As the blood-red light on Angel's body continued to surge, Yijiafu suddenly shuddered from head to toe. His eyes widened as if he could not believe what was happening. He felt all the strength in his body rapidly draining away.
Yijiafu took a deep breath, trying to gather the energy within himself again, only to discover that the power once fused with his body had completely dissipated. He had been born with an instinctive affinity for lightning and fire. Although Highlanders were naturally unsuited to magic, he could still imbue his attacks with powerful elemental force. But now, not only had all his strength vanished, even the elemental attacks he relied on for survival had been completely lost!
That bastard must have done this! Yijiafu roared furiously at Angel in the sky. Looking around, his eyes widened. Most of the Highlander warriors present were swaying unsteadily, on the verge of collapse. The few who seemed unaffected were the guards from the celebration banquet—the ones who had not drunk the wine!
For a moment, countless emotions surged through his heart. In truth, he did not know what to say anymore. If they had not been greedy for that wine, perhaps the outcome of this battle would still have been undecided. But now... if most of the warriors had lost their strength like he had, then they truly were lambs awaiting slaughter.
No! It was not yet time to decide the victor! A sharp glint flashed through Yijiafu's eyes. The battle was not over yet! He still had a fresh force that had not arrived!
The underground troops he had arranged were about to burst through the earth! When that happened, they could definitely fight the enemy to mutual destruction. As long as his side was given some breathing room, making a