So what moves will the high priest take next? If he loses the last puppet army, how can he turn the tide?

Hua Qianyue tightened the hilt of the sword, her heart beating wildly and nervous. No matter what, the situation in front of her was a good opportunity, and she wanted to catch him.

The next second, Hua Qianyue drew her sword in a flash.

But the high priest was faster than her and had arrived at her in an instant. Everyone was shocked and shouted to be careful.

Hua Qianyue was stunned and quickly lifted her sword and put it on the high priest's neck. A strand of black hair was cut off by her sword's edge and fell to the ground.

The high priest Yun Danfengqing looked at her without any movement, as if he had given up resistance, but in everyone's eyes, it seemed that he was sure to win and was not panic.

Hua Qianyue's face became even darker, and the tip of the sword pressed down on his neck, leaving blood along his neck.

Bi Huameng exclaimed: "Master Priest..." but she did not dare to move.

"High Priest, what do you want?" Hua Qianyue roared.

I felt a strong feeling of anxiety and depression pressing on my heart, and it was about to explode. Although the situation in front of me was already a victory, she had no sense of reality, but instead had a sixth sense of fear rising into her heart.

She felt extremely distressed, angry, and powerless, as if a bird trapped in the abyss of despair, her hands and feet were tightly bound by iron chains.

The high priest chuckled: "Are you finally unable to hold back your anger? Or have you already vaguely realized a kind of indescribable despair. You clearly saw victory, but suddenly lost control of everything. Powerless, helpless, angry, your eyes that burst out now are so beautiful!"

Hua Qianyue hated, the high priest was right, because she realized that everything in front of her had begun to lose control.

She couldn't control the development of things, and what's worse was that the high priest controlled her emotions. She wanted to kill him with one sword, but she still held the hilt tightly and endured it.

"Tell me, high priest. At this point today, it's time to show your trump card!" She gritted her teeth and let her see how he could win in the defeat.

The high priest gently pushed away the sword she had placed on his neck and approached her.

The soldiers around him were suddenly nervous, Qi Shuangtian, Jun Wuqing was worried and wanted to stop him.

"Let him come here." Hua Qianyue waved her hand to stop her.

The high priest approached her, leaned over and said a few words in her ear.

Everyone around was nervous, but no one heard what he said.

But when they saw Hua Qianyue's face changed drastically after hearing this, they instantly pale, their eyes were full of disbelief. Everyone couldn't help but wonder what was going on, which made this woman who had always been quiet and brave, show this expression.

"I don't believe it!" Hua Qianyue clenched her fists and whispered.

The high priest looked at her expression and curled his lips: "If you really don't believe it, you don't have this expression. You already believe it in your heart. You just want to find a reason to believe it. Of course you can go and verify it."

Hua Qianyue suddenly became listless, as if someone had taken away his strength, and her expression was tolerant and grief.

She looked up at the high priest and sneered sarcastically: "Your trump card should have been turned over long ago, but she just waited for this moment."
Chapter completed!