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It was a thin, wrinkled old man.
He looked thin and feeble. His wide priest robe was draping over his body like a shroud.
In terms of appearance, he was much worse than Lei Lie, the priest of Red Gold Town. He was just a random old man.
But his appearance somehow made all the Iron Fist Soldiers excited as if they had been possessed.
Even the Iron Fist Soldiers, who had been riddled with holes and torn apart by the steam cannons, were shouting desperately without caring about their wounds.
"High Priest Luo Tian!"
"High Priest Luo Tian!"
"High Priest Luo Tian!"
The old man named 'Luo Tian' flew past the statue of the Fist God slowly. He stood in midair and glanced at the steam cannons and the fanatics emotionlessly, before he retracted his gaze and lowered his head.
It was as if the destruction they caused and the noises that shook the entire city were just children playing house.