With his good days at an end, the Sha of Anger was soon beaten within an inch of his life.
His enemies had no sense of fair play, turning a duel into a group beating.
"You're utterly despicable!"
Unwilling to accept defeat, the Sha of Anger roared furiously.
Then the last of his energy was exhausted, and his soul returned to the earth once more, waiting for a chance to rise again.
As long as strife remained in Pandaria, the Sha of Anger could absorb anger and soon take shape again.
There was no need for a large-scale war. Arguments and a little petty vandalism were enough.
Thus, this was unavoidable.
The only thing people could do was find these Sha as early as possible.
Before they grew strong, they could be eliminated quite easily.
Of course, that was provided things did not get out of hand.
Otherwise, a situation like the one with the Sha of Anger would happen again.
Once Sha grew strong, they became very difficult to deal with.
The negative energy they emitted could affect living creatures' minds.
When Sha reached a certain level of strength, even fairly powerful Pandaren fighters could not participate in the battle at all!
Even their usual focus on cultivating mental discipline was no help.
At that moment, the belatedly arriving Pandaren fighters were lingering on the outskirts, where the Sha energy had not yet fully dispersed, not daring to enter this dangerous area.
The White Tiger walked proudly to the edge of the battlefield with his head held high and announced his achievements to his followers.
"With that friend's help, I have eliminated this scourge!"
As he proudly recounted what had happened, he deliberately highlighted how valiant he had been and how much effort he had put in.
It was