Chapter 390 388-High Priest


    Ethan spoke with a mocking tone, a coldugh escaping his lips, "Do you really think you can defeat me with this forbidden art? You are too naive!"


    Dart finallypleted chanting his spell.


    With a loud shout, a ck beam of light shot out from his hands, heading straight for Ethan.


    This beam was unlike the warmth and brightness of sunlight; it carried a chilling and terrifying aura.


    Its light was ck, reminiscent of the eyes of a demon rising from the abyss, instilling unspeakable fear in anyone who beheld it.


    The emergence of this dark light rendered everything around eerily silent.


    The vitality nearby seemed to be drained, leaving even Ethan feeling a sense of suffocation.


    This was the forbidden art - Dark Impact, possessing immense destructive power, capable of instantly obliterating everything in its path.


    Ethan was not intimidated by this formidable force.


    Ayer of golden light suddenly emerged around his body, the effect of his Golden Divine Dragon Blood, also serving as his defense.


    The Dark Impact collided with the golden radiance enveloping him, resulting in a thunderous noise, and waspletely thwarted.


    Dart watched the scene before him, his face etched with disbelief.


    His forbidden art had been so easily countered by Ethan.


    He began to chant another spell, hoping to unleash an even more powerful attack.


    Ethan didn''t give him the chance.


    With a sh of his Dragonde, he appeared right in front of Dart.


    The Dragonde thrust towards Dart''s chest with such speed and force that Dart had no chance to evade.


    Dart could only watch helplessly as the sword tip drew ever closer, his heart filled with terror.


    In his final moments, he finally understood that his pride in his forbidden art was so fragile and powerless in the face of Ethan.


    Ethan''s strength far surpassed his own.


    He felt a bitter resentment in his heart, thinking that if only his own power had been stronger, if he had understood more of the forbidden art''s rules, he wouldn''t have fallen into such a dire situation.


    "n Spirits, will you just watch your offspring perish at the hands of a foreigner?"


    Dart, having no other options, desperately cried out to the heavens, cing himself in a do-or-die situation.


    Ethan''s eyebrows raised slightly, a hint of surprise in his heart as his Dragonde moved even faster towards Dart''s chest.


    A mysterious force awoke; Ethan felt his Dragonde, as if thrusting into a swamp before Dart, could no longer prate any further, no matter how much strength he exerted.


    Ethan''s expression shifted, realizing that the Shadow n''s Spirits had awakened.


    It was an ancient and powerful force, originating from the n Spirits'' Bloodline and belief.


    This force surged throughout Valha, as if countless shadows wandered, awakening from their slumber, ready to unleash their power.


    The power of the n Spirits converged, forming a brilliant light that illuminated all of Valha and Dart''s body.


    He felt a tremendous power coursing through him, bestowed by the n Spirits, their belief, and the strength of their Bloodline.


    Under the influence of this power, Dart quickly broke free from Ethan''s de.


    His body was enveloped in a mysterious light, a powerful and sacred radiance, as if a deity had descended to the mortal realm.


    Dart''s followers stood with their mouths agape, having never witnessed such a majestic side of Dart.


    "Hahaha, indeed, our n Spirit still blesses the offspring of the Shadow n. Ethan, what do you have to fight me with?" heughed heartily, his demeanor arrogant and domineering,pletely forgetting the threat of death he had just faced.


    Inside Ethan, his Golden Divine Dragon Blood churned, his eyes swirling with the text of the Rule of Wraith: "If you intervene, don''t me me for desecrating your temples!"


    Dart''sughter abruptly froze, staring at Ethan as if he were a monster: "Do you realize the situation you''re in? Your life is in my hands here in our Shadow n''s Valha. How dare a foreigner run wild in our domain."


    But what shocked Dart more was that he could distinctly feel the ancient aura in Valha bing more cid.


    It seemed they were genuinely intimidated by Ethan''s words.


    The Hero Spirits of Valha drifted idly, with indistinct voices in the air, seemingly the whispering of the Hero Spirits.


    Gradually, the intense discussions became calmer.


    A mysterious light beamed from the center of Valha, shining upon Dart and his men.


    A tremendous force emanated from their bodies, hurling them out of the temple.


    With a thunderous sound, the doors closed.


    The n Spirits of the Shadow n had actually expelled Dart and his men.


    Ethan looked around, a smile forming on his face: "Thank you, everyone."


    The Hero Spirits of the Shadow n had shown him respect, and naturally, he would reciprocate the same to the n Spirits.


    Standing at the entrance of Valha, Dart and his men, expelled from within, gazed at the two shadowy guardians by the door, seething with indignation.


    "What are the n Spirits thinking? Why would they help a foreigner?" Monroe''s eyes burned with fury, almost bulging out of their sockets.


    Dart''s eyes were downcast, his anger no less intense than Monroe''s.


    The sudden expulsion by the Shadow n''s n Spirits was something he had never anticipated.


    Now, cut off from the Rule of Shadow, there was no way to control the Dark Dominator.


    "This won''t do. If this continues, once Sherry emerges, the future of the Shadow n will be in the hands of a woman." Dart''s teeth were nearly crushed from the pressure, his resentment towards Ethan reaching its peak.


    Monroe''s eyes turned cold: "What are you nning to do?"


    "We will create chaos within the Shadow n, then seize power."


    Monroe fell silent, his voiceing slowly after a long pause: "This will lead to bloodshed."


    "Bloodshed? Even if it means sacrificing some of our nsmen, what of it? Can you bear to see the Shadow n fall into the hands of a half-breed? Sherry''s acquisition of the Shadow Bloodline is already shrouded in mystery."


    Dart gripped Monroe''s shoulders, shaking them vigorously.


    Monroe''s eyes flickered, then he spoke in a cold voice:


    "I''m with you. The High Priest is no longer suitable for the Shadow n."


    "Exactly, we must overthrow the High Priest to ensure a better future for the Shadow n."


    With blood-red eyes and a surge of anger, Dart turned and walked away.


    Standing at the entrance of Valha, Dart and his men, expelled from within, gazed at the two shadowy guardians by the door, seething with indignation.


    "What are the n Spirits thinking? Why would they help a foreigner?" Monroe''s eyes burned with fury, almost bulging out of their sockets.


    Dart''s eyes were downcast, his anger no less intense than Monroe''s.


    The sudden expulsion by the Shadow n''s n Spirits was something he had never anticipated.


    Now, cut off from the Rule of Shadow, there was no way to control the Dark Dominator.


    "This won''t do. If this continues, once Sherry emerges, the future of the Shadow n will be in the hands of a woman." Dart''s teeth were nearly crushed from the pressure, his resentment towards Ethan reaching its peak.


    Monroe''s eyes turned cold: "What are you nning to do?"


    "We will create chaos within the Shadow n, then seize power."


    Monroe fell silent, his voiceing slowly after a long pause: "This will lead to bloodshed."


    "Bloodshed? Even if it means sacrificing some of our nsmen, what of it? Can you bear to see the Shadow n fall into the hands of a half-breed? Sherry''s acquisition of the Shadow Bloodline is already shrouded in mystery."


    Dart gripped Monroe''s shoulders, shaking them vigorously.


    Monroe''s eyes flickered, then he spoke in a cold voice:


    "I''m with you. The High Priest is no longer suitable for the Shadow n."


    "Exactly, we must overthrow the High Priest to ensure a better future for the Shadow n."


    With blood-red eyes and a surge of anger, Dart turned and walked away.


    Suddenly, a cold wind swept through Valha, and ethereal Hero Spirits wandered above Ethan.


    Ethan focused his gaze and saw a towering figure emerging from the starry gateway deep within Valha.


    The being who stepped out had skin of deep ck, as if absorbing all light, with only its star-like twinkling eyes providing a semnce of light in the darkness.


    His hair was long and jet-ck, like a meteor streaking across the night sky, fluttering in the wind with an indescribable elegance.


    "Who are you?" Ethan asked, unfazed. The Hero Spirits of the Shadow n had already shown goodwill by expelling Dart and his men.


    "I am the 345th High Priest of the Shadow n." The neer''s face was expressionless.


    The High Priest''s facial features were sharply defined, resembling a chiseled stone statue, exuding a cold and resolute aura.


    His eyes were as deep as the ocean, brimming with wisdom and decisiveness, seemingly able to see through all falsehoods and lies.


    This appearance indicated that he was a figure of significance within the Shadow n.


    Ethan was somewhat surprised: "You don''t seem like a spirit."


    The High Priest''s body was strong and muscr, each muscle appearing to brim with power, as if ready to unleash tremendous force at any moment.


    His fingers were long and powerful, their tips shimmering with a cold light, tearing the air around them.


    Behind him, a pair of ck wings unfolded, reminiscent of a bat in the night, exuding a mysterious and terrifying presence.


    The wings were covered in ck scales, each shimmering with a cold light, like the scythe of the Grim Reaper.


    Such an entrance by the High Priest was unlike that of a spirit; his body seemed as tangible as a living person.


    He looked entirely like a living being!