Julius Reed took a few steps back and waved his hand.
Immediately, a Martial Artist behind him walked over, suppressing his disgust, and removed the object stuffed in Davion's mouth.
Anyone with a keen eye could see he was in cahoots with Sutton.
These Martial Artists' companions had been injured by Sutton, and they vented all their resentment on Davion.
If Julius Reed had come a bit later, they might have set Davion on fire.
"Ugh..."
Once he could speak, Davion first vomited for a while.
He was tied up tightly with ropes, and combined with the snake venom not being expelled, he couldn't hypnotize anyone at all.
He could only endure the humiliation.
The dignified High Priest of the Ghost Martial Tribe, revered within the tribe.
A visit to the Black Pine League had led to such a downfall.
Davion's eyes were filled with hatred!
He hated!
He hated Lillian Tompson!
If it weren't for this woman rejecting him, why would his witch spirit end up in such a state today?
