Chapter 809 The High Priest’s Death
- “You really think that little trick could hold me? That’s cute,” Marcus Crawley said with a smile.
- “Impossible! You were knocked out by the black miasma! How do you still have that much strength?” the High Priest barked.
- “Should I call you dumb or just plain slow? You think a party trick like that works on me?” Marcus didn’t even blink.