"Die! All of you, die!" Kuafu was nearly crazed. He swore to slaughter the ten Golden Crows; even if he died here himself, he would not hesitate!
"Savage beast!!" The Eldest Golden Crow Prince was struck by the Peach Wood Staff and, crying out in pain, flew up into the heavens.
He screeched furiously.
"This Great Shaman is very powerful! Even if we can kill him, we'll waste too much time! Let them watch as we roam across billions of miles and slaughter every last Wu Clan ant!"
"Let him die in agony!"
The Eldest Golden Crow Prince spoke viciously.
"Fine!"
The other nine Golden Crows all agreed.
"Don't run! Leave your lives behind!" Seeing that the ten Golden Crows had slaughtered tens of thousands of Wu Clan members from his tribe and still wanted to flee, Great Shaman Kuafu immediately swung his Peach Wood Staff and gave chase.
The battlefield shifted across tens of millions of miles!
Wherever the ten Golden Crows swept through the Primordial World, misery covered the ground.
Not a blade of grass remained. Everything had become ashes; everything had become ruins!
Mountain ranges and rivers were shattered beyond repair.
Weak living beings became blood sacrifices beneath the divine fire, without even the strength to struggle.
Even Great Shaman Kuafu could scarcely endure the Sun Divine Fire for long. How could weak Golden Immortals possibly withstand it?
One Wu Clan tribe after another became ashes of tribulation.
Great Shaman Kuafu's eyes were crimson, his face dried and cracked by the divine fire.
His towering body, standing between heaven and earth, ran slower and slower.
His flesh gradually turned red, like heated iron, like an erupting volcano.
Rumble rumble rumble~~~~
That ten-thousand-zhang body—the Wu Clan's most powerful Great Shaman physique—was roasted by the divine fire of the