Volume One, Chapter 295
The strongest form formed by the fusion of countless shaman curses was the Sun-Moon Shaman Curse.
Zhao Fu looked at the Sun-Moon Shaman Curse above his head, radiating vast shaman power. The Sun-Moon Shaman Curse slowly descended and merged into Zhao Fu's body. Flooded by this powerful force, Zhao Fu's body underwent an astonishing transformation—every drop of blood, every piece of flesh, every bone fused with a different shaman curse.
An invisible force lifted Zhao Fu's body half a meter off the ground. His arms spread outward as golden and white light shone all over him. A sun-and-moon pattern appeared behind him, emanating an aura that towered above heaven and earth, as though Zhao Fu were a Shaman God.
Under that aura, both body and soul bore immense pressure, and their bodies uncontrollably fell to their knees in worship.
Nearly all the Wuzi in the arena knelt before Zhao Fu. Only the eight great Wuzi, whose strength was exceptionally powerful, still had the ability to resist this terrifying force.
After Zhao Fu fused with the Sun-Moon Shaman Curse, the powerful force radiating from his body dissipated, and the surrounding phenomena returned to calm. Everyone around him also returned to normal.
Everyone looked at Zhao Fu with some fear and nervousness. Now that Zhao Fu had fused the shaman curses of countless tribes and created the Shaman Clan's supreme shaman curse, he was even more terrifying than before. Before Zhao Fu, Wuzi like them were nothing more than ants.
Zhao Fu smiled and said, "Thank you all for your shaman curses. You may now enter the depths of the sacred land."
Upon hearing this, some people hurried into the passage, unwilling to remain here even a moment longer.
The eight great Wuzi wore different expressions as they