The moment the blood hit the ground, the temperature inside the apothecary suddenly plummeted.
The surrounding shamans also stopped pounding the ground with their sword-staves.
Because the Northern King and She She had stopped fighting.
The Northern King looked at She She and spoke in a low voice.
"Was this witchcraft... entirely created by you?"
She She replied proudly, "Yes. As you can see, Master... I created it myself."
"Well done."
The Northern King praised him.
She She heard the Northern King's praise and waited for a moment. After confirming that it was nothing more than praise, he instead felt somewhat ill at ease.
"That's all?"
His tone instead revealed dissatisfaction as he looked at his master.
"The power you retained, the power you possessed at your peak—is that really all?"
She She suddenly realized that he seemed to be about to obtain, effortlessly, something that had always been within reach—but at this moment, the emotions in his heart seemed different from what he had imagined.
Yes, he had plotted this for a long time. He had carefully allied himself with the Human Race and chosen the best moment. He had even brought out the witchcraft he had studied for nearly ten years, despite not yet having complete control over it... She She knew that his ability to defeat his master was no accident. It was only natural.
But to win just like this...
Had he really won just like this?!
Irritation and unease surged through his heart. He looked at the aged shaman standing with the support of his sword-staff—the former king of the Northern Royal Palace—and spoke again, his voice suddenly urgent.
"How could witchcraft like this possibly defeat Lu Gu of Xiajin?!"
The Northern King looked at She She and said heavily, "That's why I didn't win