"Spirit Spear, Piercing God."
The Three-Eyed One-Horned High Priest knew that Yi Tian still had strength to spare, but he had to act, or else the warriors would be slaughtered by the Evil Lord.
The Three-Eyed One-Horned High Priest began chanting, the yellow eyeball peeking through the gaps of his hat and mask looked especially deep and unfathomable.
An invisible surge of spiritual power coalesced behind the High Priest, faintly forming a long spear that pierced through space, stabbing straight into Yi Tian's sea of consciousness.
Everything happened in a flash of lightning and stone, impossible to catch.
The instant the Spirit Spear was unleashed, the High Priest's mouth under the mask curved into a strange smile.
He saw Yi Tian still drawing his bow and shooting arrows, completely unaware of the spiritual skill aimed at him.
But the next second, the High Priest's face froze.
