Thud!
Thud!
Thud!
In the blink of an eye.
Everyone in the room, except for Zhu Sui, was kneeling on the ground, trembling in fear!
Even the heavily injured Xiao Qiwen hurriedly got up, pressing his bloody scalp towards High Priest Gong Wenyao.
Seeing the sudden appearance of the High Priest, Zhu Sui's body involuntarily began to tremble, his heart skipped a beat, and the hand holding the Long Spear no longer felt steady.
A shadow of fear loomed over his heart.
Impossible to dispel.
Gong Wenyao, looking somewhat disheveled, had dust all over his black robe, his hair was covered in ash, and even his face had some minor scratches, though they were hard to see unless examined closely.
His expression was not quite right either, his face was cold and stern, and his eyes were filled with violence and ruthlessness that hadn't been seen for a long time, glaring fiercely at Zhu Sui.
Nobody dared to breathe as long as he remained silent.
The room was silent, deathly quiet.
