Gazing at the young warrior kneeling on one knee, kindness shone in the old man's grey-white eyes as he lifted his massive hooves and hurried over to the warrior he called Alba.
The moment his hooves touched the top of the high tower, they sparked a burst of massive sparks, and bear in mind, the top of this high tower is made of Divine Material that even Alba, who has stepped into the Immortal Platform Realm, couldn't leave the faintest mark on despite his utmost effort.
To think that the High Priest, now decrepit to such an extent and the sole bearer of the Green Forest Realm, still possessed such Divine Power, it was simply inconceivable.
Time is so cruel; the High Priest's accumulation was clearly enough, had he not chosen the Life Dao Fruit, he would definitely have been able to condense it, to step into the Dao Fruit Realm.
But alas, there are no what-ifs in this world.
The invisible evil is simply too powerful.
