Chen Kun patted his sleeves and looked at the high priest in front of him excitedly.
"Do you still have it now? That so-called magic solution?"
"Huh?"
Chen Kun's words made the high priest, who was already in a daze, even more confused.
Chen Kun, on the other hand, changed his usual behavior and explained patiently,
"Let me ask you, can you still make something like that just now? I mean that ball of black gas?"
"Ahem, what are you doing?" The high priest fell to the ground weakly. His face was as pale as paper as he said angrily.
"You win. I can't do anything to you now. I don't have any tricks left."
The high priest looked at Chen Kun angrily. He felt that Chen Kun was insulting him.
It was fine if he could withstand the Heart Refining Demon Resolution that he had exhausted his life force to cast.
Now, Chen Kun even had to run over and ask him if he could make another attack.
Wasn't this a pure insult?
