The shaman chief was frozen in shock.
This was supposed to be a joyous day; the day they sacrificed this world to their homeland, and he joined them with a grand entrance with another life waiting for him.
However, the current sight was totally opposite of it.
With the way the corpses of the shamans were littered on the ground, some places with hills of corpses and the river of blood that had been formed, it truly looked like they were the ones being sacrificed instead.
And maybe because he was truly their leader or he was more experienced, he snapped off his shock earlier than the remaining shamans and assessed the situation.
'Person covered in blood, human?' He could immediately tell the person covered in blood was a human and considering the weapon in his hand and the direction he was facing; he was likely the one who caused it.
And he looked at the other person.
Immediately, he bowed his head and trembled in excitement.
