章 1502: Their Goal

Mo Lian was alarmed as he shot a streak of fire over. "Dodge quickly!"

No sooner said than done, this streak of fire hit the high priest's wide-open mouth.

The high priest was unable to bite Duan Yue's arm, and he stumbled backwards after getting hit by the streak of fire.

Duan Yue took this opportunity to stomp the high priest directly in the abdomen, kicking him out far away until he crashed to the ground on his butt.

"You disgusting thing!" Liang Qingqing's mystic energy surged into a huge palm and abruptly landed on the high priest's head with all its might.

A muffled *boom* was heard.

The high priest yowled from the beating, and his bloodshot eyes were shining with a vicious light.

"Don't waste your breath on him. This thing has mutated." Situ Yi, Wei Nanfeng, and the rest hastily launched their attacks, and their mystic energy bombarded the high priest's head in a flurry.