Zhao Fu absorbed the power within the seven great Wuzis, and his aura grew considerably stronger as he looked toward the Wuzis from the countless remaining tribes.
Boom!
At that moment, Zhao Fu hid nothing, unleashing all the shaman power within him. A terrifying force of shaman power enveloped the platform, and heaven and earth changed color.
Countless people stared at Zhao Fu in shock. Was this all his power? It was so overwhelmingly powerful that it inspired terror—no one could withstand it. Perhaps the Immortal Exalted One's successor could, but she had already entered the depths of the Holy Land.
Zhao Fu stretched out one hand toward the countless Wuzis.
Whoosh!
A massive sound rang out. Zhao Fu's palm became like a black hole, producing a vast suction force that drew in the bloodline power from within the countless Wuzis.
The countless Wuzis felt the bloodline power within their bodies being drawn away, yet they lacked the ability to stop it.
Shaman power of every color surged toward Zhao Fu like a tide, continuously pouring into his body. The aura emanating from him grew increasingly powerful, and his body radiated light in all kinds of colors.
After some time, Zhao Fu had absorbed the bloodline power from every Wuzi. He now gave off an ultimate, terrifying aura of shaman power. Light no longer shone from his body; instead, a thin seven-colored film covered him.
Feeling the powerful bloodline shaman power flooding his body, Zhao Fu slowly closed his eyes.
Tadpole-like Shaman Curses began appearing around Zhao Fu's body—white, yellow, blue, cyan, black, red...
Mysterious curses in every color floated through the air, emitting a faint glow. They were so densely packed that they could not be counted, and their numbers continued to grow.
Everyone watched this scene with wide