Bab 1185: The Saintess Is Dead!

The colorful feather coat had become black and wrinkled, like the skin of an old beast.

The sticky substance dripped down from the feather coat, and it was hard to tell whether it was mud or blood.

His left hand and left foot were twisted strangely, as though the bones and tendons had been broken by a mysterious force, while his right hand and right foot were strained and stretched as if they were given independent life. He could not wait to break away from this body that was panting and trembling.

Just like those seriously injured people who had fallen into a nightmare and could not extricate themselves, the high priest's body was also emitting "Eee Eee Eee", a vague voice.

However, the voice did not come from his throat.

It came directly from his brain.

It was as if his brain had been hollowed out and stuffed with a noisy insect.