Stabbed three times in succession, the aged Shaman's eyes were wide with shock. Her fingers trembled as she extended two of them to smash the heads of two traitors. All that remained in her heart were curses. Deceitful, cunning enemies! He controlled the remaining three Shamans! So, everyone he didn't kill, aside from me, was an informant!
Two Magic Wands were still embedded in her body, propping her up so she didn't immediately fall, but ghastly green blood was already gushing from her mouth and nose.
A faint ripple of energy formed around her, and Chen Gu stepped out, his five fingers outstretched as he covered her head from afar.
Invisible tendrils, like earthworms, began to crawl over her head.
The aged Shaman felt them, and it seemed she also understood what Chen Gu ultimately wanted to do. Panic-stricken, she howled resentfully at Chen Gu and then, with all her might, began to chant a spell, intending to perish together with him.
