If Zhang Tai hadn't deliberately adjusted his posture when he was thrown away just now, otherwise the skin injury alone would have taken two or three months of rest to recover.

However, as long as the thought of being able to temporarily cover up the trouble of Shado's death, all the injuries seemed to be worth it!

Aren’t the people who designed the world betting that he would act in a high-profile manner and would be impossible to keep his head down?

This time, Somo will do the opposite and keep a low profile to the end.

As long as Thomas can survive until he develops, and as long as he can acquire magical talent, all the troubles he is encountering now will disappear in an instant like a passing cloud.

And although the current injury is terrifying, as long as he has the help of psionic water, he can recover in two or three weeks at most.

"Hel me back, don't make any noise!"

Somo spoke again, and Thomas gritted his teeth and could only hold back all his anger.

If your skills are not as good as others, you can't complain about anything.

He can take down Shadu in a sneak attack, but he may not necessarily be able to kill Zhang Tai, who is also at level 3, let alone the Yunxiao tribe behind Zhang Tai, which is a tribe of thousands of people with level 4 priests in charge!

"What, Shado is dead!?"

Ben Lei Tribe.

In the priest's hut, the second-level priest Mu Yun stood up in horror, his face full of disbelief.

That was Shado, a man recognized by the ‘god’ and a close disciple of the fifth-level priest.

How could he die quietly near a small tribe?

"The body is already on the way back. According to Zhang Tai, he probably provoked a passing priest who was also a low-numbered crack. The two had a fight, and Shado was defeated."

The patriarch Qian Jin said in a low voice.

Although Shadu is a priest worshiped by the Benlei tribe, the tribe has never placed any restrictions on him.

This also makes Shado often leave for two or three days for something, and everyone is used to it.

But this time no one expected that Shadu would die outside after leaving for just half a day.

If his fifth-level master knew about this, wouldn't it mean that the entire Benlei tribe would be overthrown?

"What's the reason for this? Idiot Zhang Tai, does he think the priest of the low-numbered crack is a cabbage?"

Mu Yun looked nervous and couldn't stop cursing.

From Fissure No. 30 to Fissure No. 39, the comprehensive resource amount of Fissure No. 37 can only be regarded as medium to low.

This also makes the overall comprehensive combat power of the priests in the crack significantly weaker than that in the surrounding cracks.

In terms of the divine magic mastered by Shado.

If you want to defeat him head-on, you need at least a level three base and master a powerful offensive magic.

But how many such people are there in Crack No. 37?

I can count them on both hands!

As for Shado provoking a passing priest, this is even more ridiculous. Where did the high priest come from wandering around in the wild at night?

"Priest Mu, now is not the time to talk about this. We have to quickly figure out how to explain it to Shado's master, otherwise he might get angry."

Qian Jin whispered a reminder and couldn't help but glance at the patriarch's shack.

Looking at the anger of a fifth-level priest, let alone the Benlei tribe, even looking at the entire No. 37 Crack, very few can bear it.

If there is really no way to explain Shado's death, it might be too late to run away now.

"What should we explain? Shadu's departure last night has nothing to do with us. If we want to explain, Zhang Tai will come and explain himself!"

Mu Yun's tone was very harsh.

But what he did next made Qian Jin stunned.

It only took less than five minutes for the Mu priest to pack up all the valuable items in the shed.

Including a half-human-tall object that was helpful for spiritual practice, he also found a way to cut it into several pieces and put them in his backpack.

"What are you looking at? Why are you still standing there?"

After glaring at Qian Jin who was stunned, Mu Yun wanted to continue talking, but saw Qian Jin pointing behind him.

Um?

A stream of warm air suddenly brushed against his neck, causing Mu Yun's movements to freeze involuntarily.

He turned around with difficulty.

What caught his eye was an old monk wearing a bright red robe, who had quietly stood behind him at some point.

"Mu Yun, what do you want to do?"

The old monk squinted his eyes and smiled, looking extremely "kind".

But the breath exhaled from the tip of his nose turned into real air pillars, falling on the exposed skin of Mu Yun's neck, leaving bloody marks.

"High Priest Shashamin!"

Mu Yun turned pale and exclaimed, his legs and feet couldn't help but weaken.

At the fifth level, the priest's methods are like those of gods and demons, which are immeasurable to mortals.

Even if the opponent stands there and lets him bombard him with divine magic, there will never be any chance of breaking through the defense!

"My closed disciple died so quietly, do you think that the old monk is useless?"

With a smile on his face, Sha Ming stretched out his right hand and gently touched Mu Yun's face.

An incomprehensible scene happened.

Mu Yun's skin, which was still flushed just now, suddenly changed color, as if all the blood in his body was concentrated towards the place where Sha Ming was touching him. In the blink of an eye, his face turned red, while other parts of his face turned as pale as a death.

Hmm.

Hmm.

Mu Yun struggled painfully, but it was just a conscious effort to save himself.

In Qian Jin's eyes, his head swelled bigger and bigger, like a soaked fungus, which looked very scary.

"Since you want to leave so much, why not lend a helping hand to the old monk?"

The smile on Sha Ming's face grew even brighter.

He gently raised his right hand, and with this movement, streams of bright red blood continued to seep out from Mu Yun's facial features.

At first, the blood just gathered and hovered in the air.

But as Sha Ming opened his lips slightly, he rushed in like a tired bird returning to its nest.

Goo.

Goo.

Sha Ming licked it hard, and more and more blood was swallowed into his belly.

But Mu Yun's expression became increasingly depressed, and even his swollen head returned to normal and was still shrinking.

"Sharao, spare me!"

The essence and blood were swallowed up, and Mu Yun finally regained some control over his body.

He raised his left hand with difficulty and kept tapping the ground, trying to attract Sha Ming's attention.

However, how could Sha Ming, who was soaked in essence and blood, pay attention to his plea for mercy?

A stream of blood spurted out, and Mu Yun became smaller and smaller.

Under Qian Jin's gaze, in less than a minute, less than one-fifth of the 1.8-meter-tall Mu Yun was left, which was not as big as the object he sawed open.

"Qian Jin, don't be afraid, the old monk will not punish obedient children randomly!"

Mu Yun's blood was drained to restore his injuries. Sha Ming moaned happily, with a strange blush on his face.

He glanced at Qian Jin with satisfaction, then took a step back and sat on the large Taishi chair.

"The Benlei tribe can't be saved anymore. Just pack your bags and we'll find another place!"
Chapter completed!