The shadow crack in mid-air only lasted for a moment, and the endless resentful ghosts that exuded a gray-black aura continued to rush out of it, and the top of the hall originally composed of animal skins and logs was replaced by this distorted shadow layer almost instantly, and the orcs, who had no time to retreat, suddenly dried up as if they had lost moisture, and their green skin became almost black and dark green, and finally even turned into a viscous substance and integrated into it. Pen % fun % Pavilion www.biquge.info

"Your flesh and blood, your soul, your world will all belong to us from this moment on!"

Young, old, immature, sharp, hoarse, heavy and high-pitched voices rang out at the same time, and the ripples of death, resentment and ferocity were almost condensed into substance, like a scythe of death that destroyed all life and struck the old shaman.

Although the power was amazing for a while, most of the orcs in the entire hall died almost instantly, but Feng Haitao did not feel relaxed in his heart, this sub-empty shadow layer attached to the main plane was not easy to tear, and the difficulty was almost no less than breaking through the space barrier, even in the entire beast tribe, there were no more than four shamans or warlocks who could do this, he didn't expect that such a shaman with powerful power would exist in a small clan like Split Claw, and more importantly, The Splittals in this hall were not the prey to be taken by him, and the surviving orcs were surrounded by a light that represented the air totem.

The killing of the clansmen one after another made the old shaman extremely angry, a powerful elemental energy filled his entire body, and the flesh and blood body that was originally slightly aging actually began to change towards the air element, and two giant wolves like ghosts also slowly walked out of the air and stood beside him.

This is the most profound and powerful technique in the shamanic lineage, ascending, after reaching a certain level of mastery of the elemental totem and the mastery of the elemental totem, they can temporarily transform themselves into the elemental form, and this powerful and old shaman is even more through the call of the soul, the power attracted from the elemental plane is poured into the ghost.

Different from ordinary ghost wolves, these two thunder wolves are like the embodiment of a storm, the powerful power of the elemental plane and the blessing of the totem make each of their claws contain a power comparable to that of a storm bombardment, and the atmospheric elemental totems released by the surrounding Splittal Clan have made this storm bombardment as huge as a torrent of thunder.

Although the Death Ripples unleashed by the demons caused the Thunder Power to fall into a state of continuous dissipation almost the moment it was released, it was still too dispersed, and it may be very good at dealing with weaker opponents, and it was not enough in this pure confrontation.

After the Death Ripple was completely dispersed under the impact of the Thunder Element, the Thunder Giant Wolf continued to shuttle around with the Dao Electricity, each claw was able to blast away a resentful ghost, and the resentful ghosts that originally filled the entire hall could gradually only hover around, and could not threaten the remaining shamans of the Split Claw Clan at all.

As far as the old shaman of the Splittal Clan is concerned, his strength is still inferior to Feng Haitao, the master of the souls who dominates the ghosts, but the Splittal Clan, who has lived in the Shattered Ridge Plains for generations, and the ancestral souls and tribal totems have greatly increased the strength of this old shaman.

For the Draenor orcs, the shadow power from the Burning Legion, although it seems to be much stronger than their original shaman, and the unparalleled destructive power and esoteric magical knowledge are even more intoxicating, but in essence, it has severed their faith and inheritance, and replaced the ancestral souls of the orcs with themselves, so that as the shadow power infiltrates more and more, they will sooner or later become slaves of the Burning Legion, and they will only exist for the sake of destruction and killing for generations.

When he first entered the hall of the Splitclaw Clan, Feng Haitao had already felt the invisible oppression, every bit of energy around him seemed so heavy, and he could clearly feel that the old shaman's consciousness had been firmly locked on the initial shadow crack, as long as his true body appeared from the group of ghosts and shadows, then the old shaman would destroy him at all costs.

The power of Feng Haitao comes from the contract of St. Van Gangsa, from the ghosts of St. Van Gangsa, although the sum of the power is indeed very strong, but the death of every resentful ghost will cause him to permanently lose part of his power, although under the blessing of the Samikina Death Soul Secret Spell, the scattered ghosts will not completely dissipate, but it is inevitable for him to weaken, only after devouring enough death qi and soul can he recover, and once he falls into weakness, it means that he must be the first to get rid of this Draenor

Exit in the middle of the battle.

With the continuous release of atmospheric totems, the elemental power gathered in the hall is also more and more huge, whether it is the crazy scream that is enough to fall into madness, the ghosts, shadows and bound spirits from the shadow plane, or the violent spiritual energy that completely tears the target apart are all dissipated in front of the totem's aura, and the resentful ghosts that are constantly shuttling in the shadow layer are also difficult to find a chance to start, often just close to the orc shaman before he can start, the thunder torrent has completely engulfed it.

But just when the occupation was gradually mastered by the old shaman, a yin and cold evil qi suddenly attacked from behind, and a pale arm completely ignored the thunder and lightning that filled the surrounding area after shattering the back wall of the hall, and hit the old shaman's back hard, and entrenched around this arm, the ghost head demon python that was completely condensed by corpse qi completely poured into the old shaman's body.

The hall that had long been maintained on the edge of decay and shattering completely collapsed at this moment, and the panorama of the tribe where the Splittal Clan was located was completely presented in front of the old shaman's eyes, the pitch-black flags were constantly fluttering in the wind, and there was no other color in the sky except pitch black, and the dwellings, mills and training grounds were also completely razed to the ground, and countless orc corpses were lined up around, this tribe that originally had a population of nearly 10,000 people was now left with less than a few dozen people in the tribal hall, and in the Splittal Clan

Outside of the tribes, the entire Shattered Ridge Plain was covered with a wriggling black-purple substance, and orange-red eyeballs cracked directly on the ground, turning the entire plain into a dead field............

"Demons! The demons that truly represent destruction are not the Burning Legion, but you! You will bring irreparable calamity to the whole world, and the ancestral souls of the tribe will not spare you! ”

In the old shaman's mournful roar that exuded deep sorrow and despair, an ancient and desolate aura rose from the earth, but the will of the ancestors of the tribe of the thousands of guardians had just emanated, and it was overwhelmed by the endless flow from the entire Broken Bone Plain, and a spiral spear nearly three meters long and completely composed of pitch-black matter also shot out from the shadow layer.

This shadow thorn, which had locked the old shaman in the first place, directly triggered another riot in the shadow layer, and the shadow ripples like the tide spread wildly outward from the old shaman's body, burying the people of the Splitclaw tribe and their beliefs together..................