The blood of death and decay was flowing away; Wood-Ether qi was filling them.
Blood-Fang Poison drove people from life to death, step by step closer to the grave.
The Rejuvenation Formation led people from death back to life, restoring their vitality bit by bit.
As the two intertwined, from death to life and from life to death, endlessly tangling and carving out their own territories, they formed a wondrous, contradictory Karma reflected in Mo Hua's mirror-bright eyes.
An indescribable shock filled Mo Hua's heart, so much so that a clear trace of abnormality showed on his face.
"Mr. Wu?" Danzhu looked at Mo Hua in surprise. "Is something wrong?"
Chi Feng and the others all looked toward Mo Hua as well.
Mo Hua suppressed the shock in his heart and composed his expression. Shaking his head, he slowly said:
"It's nothing. I was merely... moved by the God Lord's compassion and astounding divine power. With the Sacred Patterns bestowed by the God Lord, these barbarian soldiers bleeding without end could be considered saved..."
Hearing this, Danzhu said with heartfelt gratitude:
"Many thanks to the God Lord, and many thanks to Mr. Wu."
The Danque Tribe's barbarian soldiers and wounded nearby also gazed at him devoutly. One after another, they bowed to Mo Hua and praised aloud:
"May the God Lord be eternal; may the Shaman be wise and holy."
Even Chi Feng, the Barbarian General at the Golden Core Middle Stage, bowed to Mo Hua in respect.
Mo Hua wore a solemn yet gentle expression and calmly accepted their bows. Yet from the corner of his eye, he continued to watch the wounded soldiers—the alternation of blood qi and wood qi within them, the circulation of death qi and life qi—and inwardly shuddered.
There was a problem...
*There was