His body's toughness had also made a new breakthrough. With the Heavenly Deficiency Divine Art, he would not be at any disadvantage even in a direct clash of flesh and bone with a Golden Immortal of the Witch Clan.
Though the Witch Clan patrols were numerous, they could do nothing to him. They even seemed to be losing ground, with people constantly retreating with injuries.
From afar, Xiang Jiu watched Lu Feng, who was like a dragon returned to the sea, a tiger roaring through the mountain forests. Countless thoughts welled up within him, a hundred emotions intertwined, before finally turning into a pool of bitter water in his heart. It felt worse than death.
"Why!"
The question was naturally directed at the High Priest. His flat tone contained an indescribable fury.
He was a favored son of the Witch Clan, yet he had fought a Heavenly Immortal whose strength had been severely suppressed, and had even smugly mocked his opponent.
Now that all the false appearances had been stripped away, he suddenly realized that he himself had been the object of ridicule.
And most of the blame for all this lay with the High Priest beside him. Without him, such a battle could never have happened.
This was his dignity being trampled underfoot, more unbearable than defeat or death in battle. He could not believe the High Priest would treat him this way without reason.
He needed an explanation, a reasonable explanation.
Hearing Xiang Jiu's question, the High Priest's expression barely changed, as though he had anticipated it. He said calmly, "I know you blame me. That is only natural. But for certain reasons, I had no choice."
As he spoke, several more figures flew over from the surrounding area. They were the young members of the Witch Clan