Dark Shamanic Dance had collapsed completely to the ground.
At that moment, even the perfect state of mind he had borrowed from before the dam had been shattered. His foundation in the Great Dao had also been destroyed, leaving him utterly crippled.
"You bunch of frauds... The whole village is full of frauds!"
Dark Shamanic Dance was on his last breath, but he still spoke in fury.
He was utterly unwilling to accept this. As the third strongest under heaven, he had been tricked until... nothing was left of him!
"Big Con Man, you're the real fraud!"
Uncle Zhao Er walked over, looking thoroughly pleased, and said:
"Damn it, first you conned us back then, refining our Darkness Origin and turning us into White Mist Beings. We thought you were a good person, but who'd have thought you turned us into White Mist Beings so we'd go die and burn ourselves as lamps... You're rotten to the core!"
He looked utterly disgusted!
Although Second Uncle and the others had since formed a deep bond with Li Fan and the rest, and everything from the past had faded away,
...they had still been conned by Dark Shamanic Dance several times, before and after!
"Come on. You're coming back to the village with us... We'll eat you!"
Uncle Zhao Er spoke.
The villagers were all delighted, and in an instant, their figures gradually vanished from this ruined Small Mountain Village.
"Where is the Silent One... Where is the Silent One!"
Dark Shamanic Dance called out in grief and fury for the Silent One, but received no reply. Uncle Zhang tied him up with a rope and carried him back to Small Mountain Village.
"I haven't had enough..."
The True Dragon spoke, sounding somewhat dissatisfied.
"The third strongest under heaven... isn't all that