The Dark Shaman was utterly prostrated on the ground.
At this moment, even the perfect state of mind borrowed from before the dam was broken for him, and his own foundation of the great path was destroyed, leaving him completely ruined.
"Worthless... an entire village of the worthless!"
The Dark Shaman was on his last breath but still spoke with anger.
He was extremely unwilling, being the third in the world, but today he was so thoroughly outwitted that he had nothing left!
"Big swindler, you are the real worthless one!"
And Elder Zhao walked over with a face full of satisfaction, saying:
"Damn it, years ago you first tricked us, refining our origin of darkness, making us into White Mist Beings. We originally thought you were a good person, not expecting that you turning us into White Mist Beings was just for us to die and light lamps... You're utterly vile!"
He looked full of disdain!
