Instead, it was Priest Moen who appeared to have the upper hand, but now his old face showed a deep fatigue, devoid of any color.
It seemed that for him, the series of spells he just cast was not an easy task.
Even his gaze toward Xia Nan seemed somewhat off.
Xia Nan was surprised by the priest's spellcasting speed, and Mo'en was equally astonished by Xia Nan's exaggerated reaction to the spell barrage.
For a moment, he couldn't even maintain his expression.
You could faintly see the silhouette of contracting pupils in his bright eyes, and even the staff in his hand wobbled twice subconsciously.
Countless thoughts flashed through his mind, but before they could even consolidate into concrete ideas, they shattered into dust under the collision of their gazes.
No unnecessary words.
When the battle begins, it only ends with the death of one side.
