Jin Shangzhi's mood had sunk to rock bottom.
A dignified mid-stage Purple Shaman had actually been forced into such a state by a mere early-stage Purple Mansion cultivator. He had suffered losses one after another and could not even protect his trusted subordinates. It felt as though someone had torn the skin from his face.
Then ground it beneath their heel!
As a Purple Mansion realm shaman who stood as a pillar among the Sand People, Jin Shangzhi had led hunter cultivator squads into Zhensha Pass dozens of times. His achievements were abundant and his merits outstanding, earning him tremendous prestige within his tribe.
Hundreds of Battle Cultivators had died by his hand, along with more than three Purple Mansion superiors.
Jin Shangzhi had thought that today would be no different, that another stroke of brilliance would be added to his glory.
Yet he had never expected to be discovered before even approaching the pass walls, only to suffer a thunderous assault.
This Sand Tribe shaman had never encountered a cultivator like Wang Chen. His realm was not high, yet his strength was formidable, and the spells he wielded carried an inconceivably terrifying power.
Even after using his strongest spirit artifact, he still could not withstand a single strike from the other party.
Jin Shangzhi watched helplessly as his elite subordinates were slaughtered clean in an extremely short time by Wang Chen. Overwhelming humiliation and indescribable fury made him abandon any thought of fleeing.
The fierce, valiant blood of the Sand Tribe blazed within the shaman's body, burning away his reason as well.
"Kill!"
With an enraged roar, he shot into the sky.
The black banner in his hand unfurled in an instant, transforming in the blink of an eye into a pitch-black flood dragon with bared fangs and flailing