The instant the lesser shaman lowered his head, a hidden gleam flashed through his eyes, too subtle to notice.
Yet none of the Great Shamans present, not even Xiangliu, noticed anything. Their minds were still occupied with who had killed the Great Shaman Xuankui.
"Brother Xiangyao, I will go with Xuan Yuan to investigate. After I leave, sorry for the trouble, but please do not let your guard down and fall into someone else's trap."
Xuan Yuan was the lesser shaman's name.
As Xiangliu and Xuan Yuan reached the tribe's gates, Xiangliu could not help voicing a warning.
Their tribesmen had been disappearing one after another, and now even the Great Shaman Xuan Yuan had perished outside.
Although the Human Race was said to be responsible, Xiangliu was already growing uneasy.
With the Human Race's strength, how could they possibly dare to provoke the Witch Clan unless someone else was involved?
There was no way to make sense of this otherwise.
Above all, what Xiangliu feared most was this:
If the Demon Race of the Heavenly Court was behind this, they were in serious trouble!
"Do not worry. Go ahead. With the four of us Great Shamans guarding the tribe, those lurking scoundrels would hardly dare launch an open assault on our Gonggong Tribe."
Xiangyao waved a hand and spoke with a smile.
The Gonggong Tribe had six Great Shamans in total. Although Xuankui had fallen and Xiangliu was about to leave to investigate who had killed him,
four Great Shamans would still remain to guard the tribe.
Even an ordinary Quasi-Saint would have no hope of conquering their Gonggong Tribe.
With such fighting strength, Xiangyao naturally felt reassured.
"Sorry for the trouble."
Xiangliu nodded slightly at those words, then looked toward the lesser shaman named Xuan Yuan beside him