Chapter 648

Great Shaman of the Shark Tribe, our tribe's shaman who is about to compete in the duel was bitten by the poison insect of a shaman under the Sea Snake Tribe.

Kuma Great Shaman's voice was low and gloomy, he stared darkly at the expressionless Sea Snake Great Shaman, struggling to suppress his anger.

The Shark Tribe Great Shaman glanced at the Sea Snake Great Shaman: "Sea Snake Great Shaman, what do you say?"

"The poison insect of our subordinate tribe's shaman ran out and bit someone; what does that have to do with our Sea Snake Tribe?"

The Sea Snake Great Shaman coldly smiled at Kuma Great Shaman: "I say, Kuma, don't blame us just because our two tribes aren't on good terms."

Seeing the other act like a dead pig unafraid of boiling water, Kuma Great Shaman was so angry he nearly fell over; to be this shameless as a great shaman, besides the Sea Snake Great Shaman, who else could be?

The Shark Tribe Great Shaman lifted his eyelids: "Since we can't confirm it was the Sea Snake Tribe, Kuma Great Shaman, hurry back and prepare—pick new members, don't waste everyone's time."

As the most powerful hidden expert on the Beastfolk Continent, the Shark Tribe Great Shaman's words still carried great deterrence; Kuma Great Shaman gloomily glanced at the calm Sea Snake Great Shaman sitting there, smirked, and left.

The healing shaman watched his own teammate being carried away; his complexion was no better than when Kuma Great Shaman had just walked over.

"Great Shaman, is the Sea Snake Tribe not going to acknowledge it?"

The shamans are very clever; they already got the answer from their great shaman's face.

Kuma Great Shaman waved his hand: "Hurry and pick a new shaman to fill the spot; our opponent in this duel is the Sea Snake Tribe—seize the chance and crush them."

The healing shaman's face darkened further: "But Great Shaman, the newly selected shaman's coordination with us… and the gap in strength is also huge."

"Not enough people can't participate in the duel—go pick someone; worst case, just let him stand aside."

Hearing that, the healing shaman's eyes flashed with sorrow and indignation; for this duel, their team had prepared for a long, long time, hoping to obtain more beast‑god script hides.

But all of this was ruined by the Sea Snake Tribe's damned things.

The healing shaman, face black, quickly approached where the tribespeople were: "Come out, one shaman to join our team for the duel."

"What happened, shaman?"

Wu Yue and their group were some distance from the high platform, so nobody knew what the commotion on the platform just now was about.

The healing shaman's grim expression warmed slightly when it met Wu Yue's inquiring gaze; he couldn't put on a face with this person.

His tone softened a few degrees as he recounted what had just happened and their speculation: "If there aren't enough people, you can't participate in the duel, so we urgently need a shaman to join."

Wu Yue gave a cool glance at the Sea Snake Tribe shamans who had already entered the duel arena; those few shamans were saying something unknown, emitting sharp, arrogant laughter, making her think of the Sea Snake Beastfolk who had slaughtered many of her tribespeople.

"It's no big deal if one or two shamans die during the duel."

Wu Yue smiled faintly at the healing shaman, her voice soft and gentle, looking very obedient.

But the healing shaman inexplicably felt a chill down his back: "Of… of course we can."

Having spoken, he stared in astonishment at the cross‑legged female sitting on the beast‑hide mat: "Sham… you want to join the duel?"

Wu Yue revealed an obedient smile: "Yes, let's kill a few Sea Snake Tribe shamans for fun."

Healing shaman: "..."

"You really dare to say such a lunatic thing with that obedient look, huh?"

"Our team requires all members to be shamans, you…"

Before he could finish his sentence, he saw the female before him seem to break a seal; her aura shifted, familiar shamanic fluctuations made the healing shaman's jaw almost drop.

"You… you've leveled up again."

"Legs, legs—how does this little female level up as easily as taking a dump?"

"Hahaha, with you on our side we'll definitely win this time; those old fogies of the Sea Snake Tribe are done for."

On the high platform, the great shamans, shamans, and Beastfolk saw the healing shaman bring back a female shaman, and they all couldn't help but frown.

"Great Shaman Kuma, does your tribe really have no one left?"

The sharp voice dripped with mockery as the Sea Snake Great Shaman looked at the female shaman following the healing shaman into the duel arena and couldn't help but sneer.

But what surprised him was that, facing his mockery, Kuma Great Shaman actually, for once, didn't retort; instead…

His gaze toward the duel arena was strangely odd, actually giving off a bright, sparkling feeling.

The Sea Snake Great Shaman couldn't help but shake his head; he was surely dazzled by the brats from his own tribe earlier, it's just a female shaman of modest ability.

Yet for some reason his heart kept feeling uneasy; at the moment he didn't have the mind to pick on Kuma Great Shaman, turning his attention to the duel arena.

Although the shaman team sent out this time wasn't the tribe's strongest, the leading shaman was the tribe's most sinister and vicious…

The two tribes' shaman teams faced each other; the Sea Snake Tribe shamans were still chatting and laughing, as if they hadn't even noticed the Kuma Tribe shaman team.

This air of superiority made the healing shaman and his companions' faces turn black.

Just as he was about to start a verbal spat with the opponent, a flash of deep bluish‑black light darted past from his side, and immediately a miserable cry came from the opposing Sea Snake Tribe shaman team.

The healing shaman's astonished face: "..."

"Who am I? Where am I? What did I see?"

The tribespeople of all tribes: "..."

"Oh ho, yeah, just now it seemed like something flew past, but exactly what it was, they didn't see clearly."

The people on the high platform: "..."

"Shouldn't we exchange a few words before fighting?"

Facing the stiff faces of the crowd, Wu Yue gave an innocent look: "Didn't you say we attack if we disagree? I've found them unpleasant for a long time."

The rugged‑looking female shaman spoke softly, accompanied by the miserable cries from the opposing side; this scene somehow made one's bones feel chilly.

The healing shaman and his few teammates exchanged glances, all letting out an awkward yet polite chuckle, an unconscious hint of fear in their voices: "Hehe… hehe… nice hit! Good!"

Others from the tribes thought this person was their tribe's shaman, but they themselves knew full well—thinking of this person's true identity…

The healing shaman stroked the few remaining strands of beard fluttering in the wind, feeling despondent; suddenly he thought the width of the Lin River wasn't enough to give them a sense of security.

"Aoo! Save me… save…"