Boiling Beast Bloodline
Chapter 624 - 132 Evil Spirits_3

Chapter 624: Chapter 132 Evil Spirits_3

Liu Zhenhan sneered, flicking a finger. From between his fingers, a cluster of altar fire in a pale aqua color burst out, landing noiselessly at his feet, burning with an almost spiritual quality. The Sacrificial Fire swayed, leaning towards the right as if something was luring them in that direction.

Elder Tang Jin’s face transformed dramatically. Even Beamon, no matter how ill-informed, would not fail to know what the Altar Fire was.

The two Scepter Shamans were taken aback. They were aware that Richard had the capabilities to use the Sacrificial Song, but they did not expect that the young Star Robe Shaman had also understood the power of single control aura.

Liu Zhenhan himself stumbled upon this realization unwittingly. When he woke up to the fact that he could use the single control aura, he wanted to try it again. However, his mind was blank. He had absolutely no recollection of how he had managed to control it successfully and his internal vital energy was almost depleted.

"I have the Eye of Truth; none of you can escape," Moer firmly declared towards the darkness to her right. Flickers of electricity began to froth from her slim and graceful fingers. Nedved pulled back the bowstring while raging flames loomed over Figo, the Whale Warrior’s huge anchor. The palms of the two Sea Clan Mages began to gather Elemental Power, all casting firm gazes at Moer.

All of the Soul Wanderers transformed from their ethereal state back to their solid state. In front of the Butterfly Clan, who possessed the "Eye of Truth", any form of stealth was ineffective.

All it needed was Liu Zhenhan to make up his mind, and the dozens of Soul Wanderers in front of him would be reduced to ashes in an instant.

All of the Soul Wanderers lifted their heads calmly, looking at Liu Zhenhan with eyes that had weathered countless storms.

"Sir, I believe that your understanding of the Soul Wanderers is completely wrong!" Xiao Cui strode in front of Liu Zhenhan.

"Drow! Stand aside! I know your Dark Elves can summon Undead Creatures with Dark Magic as well! You have no say in this matter!" Koala Bear Shaman Deshang said indignantly.

"It’s the truth. If Soul Wanderers were born in our Dark Elves’ realms, they could definitely replace Soul Spiders as God’s Minions! Dark Elves only have the ability to make Binding Corpses if they’re matriarchs. As for Soul Wanderers, a single ’Ancestor’s Soul’ has the power to summon an Undead Soldier. Although a Zombie Soldier is not as formidable as a Dark Elf’s Binding Corpse, Xiao Cui responded, undeterred by Pier Shamans’ boorish tone. The cat, however, let out a deep growl in protest to the Koala Bear Shaman’s claim.

"Good that you admit it!" The Koala Bear Shaman snorted coldly.

"Sir! Why couldn’t an undead be noble and kindhearted? Each of these Soul Wanderers used to be noble and righteous Tauren warriors!" The Dark Elf’s purple eyes shifted from Pier Shaman to Liu Zhenhan, "Is it a guarantee that the undead are always evil?"

"You’re making specious arguments, Drow! In our Beamon’s eyes, these ’Soul Wanderers’ are symbols of disaster. Shamelessly using the bodies of our dead warriors! Where they appear, the earth becomes barren, and terrible things happen! They are destined to be abandoned! They bring only misfortune, and they only deserve to be friends with the rotting flesh and bones of the Goblins!" The Raccoon Shaman Remel shouted out loud.

"I don’t think you’re right!" The Drow Elf’s voice was even louder: "Sir! Do you know that for the Blood Elves and Dark Elves, their war is just a game where they pass the dreary time underground? All the inferior races are merely pawns in their game, and the cost is the lives of these inferior races! To protect our benefactor, the Tauren tribe has sacrificed thousands of brave warriors over the last thousand years. Facing fallen elves with magic attack methods and dozens of times more cruel enemies, how could the Black Rhino Tribe accomplish this task without the aid of these brave ’Soul Wanderers’?"

The two Scepter Shamans were suddenly silent.

"In fact, we Taurens always maintain a distance from the ’Soul Wanderers’, but they come to help us every year, even sacrificing their last spiritual lives. After all, the fallen elves are not easy to provoke, and the perished souls cannot return to the arms of the War God Kampas. If it wasn’t for the arrival of you several Shamans, I might never have said these words, but today, I must admit that without the Soul Wanderers, perhaps the Black Rhino Tribe would’ve been wiped out hundreds of years ago!" The Tauren elder puffed up his chest and looked at the several Shaman elders very seriously: "No matter what the other six tribes think, from today onwards, the tribe led by me, Tang Jin, recognizes that ’Soul Wanderers’ will always be part of us Taurens!"

"You..." The words of the two Pier Shamans were stuck in their throats. From their angry expressions, their emotions could be inferred.

"The ’Soul Wanderers’ use the bodies of deceased antelope warriors to replace casualties that would have been inevitable. Doesn’t this prove their noble character? Why do we have to dwell on their undead identity? The servants of the Medusa tribe are just mummified corpses immune to weapons! Why can the Medusa tribe be recognised as God’s servants while our Soul Wanderers are deemed outcasts? Aren’t we all undead!" Elder Tang Jin’s eyes were red, and he was breathing heavily through his nostrils, a typical example of bullish temper.