"Upper-tier divine blood?"
Conrad couldn't help but squint his eyes and asked, "How did you get it? As a junior priest, you shouldn't be eligible to handle such high-level items, right?"
"It was just by chance. Luck is important; chaos is the ultimate truth," the dark priest answered.
The young man snorted softly, looked down at Qian's corpse, which was gradually being enveloped by a black and red beam forming a cocoon of light.
"The probability of failure is also quite high," he said.
"The loss would only be a high-quality corpse," the dark priest replied coldly.
"Suit yourself. Now, I'm about to attack. You better stand far away, Bujia and Macaro are not ordinary people. When they fight to the death, I might lose half my life too." Conrad turned around and glanced outside the forest, but despite his words, his right hand with white gloves placed lightly on the hilt of his thin sword.
