The High Priest was just about to reach out and touch Molly Yun when his ears suddenly twitched. He let out a bitter laugh, "They got here fast! Looks like it's too late this time!"
The High Priest struggled to get up from the ground, trying three times before he finally managed to stand, trembling all over.
But this movement only worsened the injuries on his body.
Enduring the pain, the High Priest forced himself to stagger outside.
He had to gather the tribe immediately and stop those people outside!
He didn't have much time left—he absolutely couldn't miss this chance!
If a new High Priest doesn't appear soon, their Shadow Tribe will truly disappear from this world!
Though countless tribes have vanished throughout the ages, he couldn't accept—he couldn't bear—the thought of his own tribe being destroyed in his hands!
So, either he would protect the tribe forever, or he had to find the next High Priest!
If only his body were a bit stronger, maybe he could have devoured Zia Grant's Spirit Power.
But there was no 'if'.
He couldn't take it by force, and begging didn't work either.
This was his last chance!
He had to make Molly Yun give birth to a child of the Astrologer!
Maybe that child could become the new High Priest and lead the Shadow Tribe to survive!
Thinking of this, the High Priest's spirits lifted. He immediately summoned the tribe members to gather and prepare to resist the invaders!
When the Shadow Tribe saw the High Priest wounded, all but the essential fighters dropped to their knees, chanting prayers and blessings for him.
The High Priest was the spiritual leader of their tribe.
If the High Priest died and they didn't have a new one, everyone would be terrified.
Watching his tribe's actions, the High Priest could only smile bitterly in his heart.