Not only did the traitors and gray mist working together fail to defeat the drunkard, they even lost one of their own.
That level of power did show off what an old supreme being was.
The drunkard might have been injured, but his aura immediately soared to its peak. His long hair blew wildly as his body swayed in a drunkard manner. He raised his hand as he threw his gourd into the air.
"My drunkenness is unrivaled in this world. Who wants to share a glass with me?!"
"Wine… Come!"
Woosh!
From the gourd, wine poured out like a spring. It did not flow into the drunkard's mouth but instead turned into a mist that turned the world into a world of wine. It caused everything around them to look like it was surrounded by mists of wine.
With just a sniff, it was like drinking a large mouthful of wine.
"Hahaha, this is good wine!" The drunkard laughed maniacally.