Chapter 729: I Want You Dead

Feeling the stagnation of the Beast God's power within his body, Sheman felt a growing heaviness in his heart.

After another bout with his father, he immediately noticed the difference.

Compared to before, his Beast God's power now contained much more violent energy.

Once this violent Beast God's power entered his body, it was like a pack of ferocious beasts.

It constantly rampaged inside, destroying everything; if he didn't focus his spirit to expel it, his wounds would worsen over time.

But now, their tribe was being attacked by these strange beastfolk and the Sea Snake Tribe.

He simply had no time to stop and expel the violent energy within him.

In battle, he was also gradually falling into a disadvantage.

"You're still as shameless as ever."

Sheman spoke with hatred, his eyes dark as he looked at the Sea Snake Chief he was fighting.

He knew something was off with the opponent's attack, but he truly had no idea what method they were using.

The Sea Snake Chief snorted coldly, madness filling his scarlet eyes: "As long as you die, I don't care what price I have to pay to make your tribe, which should never have existed, disappear."

"Heh heh!"

Cold snake tongues flicked, and his legs instantly turned into thick snake tails, lashing at Sheman with breakneck speed.

The powerful force kicked up gusts of wind, drowning out the beastfolk's battle cries to some extent.

Sheman swayed his body, and his legs instantly turned into snake tails to meet the attack.

With the motion of his body, his strike was even somewhat stronger than the force generated by the Sea Snake Chief's tail.

The two equally thick, same-colored snake tails slammed together violently.

It kicked up a strong shockwave, stirring waves that slammed into the surrounding beastman warriors fighting.

"Heh heh, you've fallen for it."

A sinister voice sounded from behind him.

Sheman's pupils contracted sharply, and he turned to dodge.

The next instant, a feeling of danger that made his scalp tingle enveloped him.

Damn...

The violent energy slammed hard into his exposed back.

His once broad, muscular back instantly burst with flesh and blood flying, revealing stark white bone.

"Hiss!"

An excited hiss rang out from behind him.

Sheman gritted his teeth and activated the charm in his hand.

A transparent barrier instantly formed, blocking the remaining violent energy outside.

Violent energy capable of wounding a chief comparable to a super-tribe leader struck the barrier.

After holding for ten breaths, the transparent barrier finally gave a strained cracking sound and slowly dissipated.

Once the surrounding waters calmed, the Sea Snake Chief's gaze no longer held any trace of Sheman.

"Ahhh! Damn Sheman, damn the charm, damn the Snow Moon Tribe Shaman Yue!"

The frenzied Sea Snake Chief looked all around, but never found a trace of Sheman.

After letting out a furious roar, he waved his blood‑soaked claws and attacked the beastman warriors of the surrounding Sea Soul Tribe.

Meanwhile, deep beneath the sea, the pallid Sheman was being guarded by several beastman warriors.

They hurried toward the rear of the battlefield.

There lay the tribe's grand shaman, and Sheman urgently needed treatment.

At that moment, behind the tribe, the usually composed Sea Soul Grand Shaman finally broke his calm demeanor.

Looking at the familiar face before him, bluish‑purple skin covered in pustules, he felt wary.

"I never expected you to still be alive."

"Heh heh, I never thought I could survive under those circumstances either."

"It seems the Beast God himself isn't willing to let me die; he's protecting me."

The Sea Soul Grand Shaman's face darkened.

"The Beast God must have gone to sleep, which is why he let a menace like you live back then."

"Look, after all these years, the beastfolk around you are still just as useless.

"Without that little snake blocking them, these small fry beside you will soon follow the same path as your former tribe."

He inhaled the surrounding blood‑laden air, a sickly excitement flickering in his expression: "Indeed, the taste of blood is intoxicating."

"Take your people and leave, or you might not survive this time."

The Sea Soul Grand Shaman's words had just faded.

The hunchbacked figure, his skin covered in pustules, stiffened, then turned a ferocious glare toward him.

"Look around you—your people are almost all dead.

"You think you beat me once, but will I lose to you again this time?"

His right hand, gripping the bone staff, trembled as a strand of evil‑tinged shamanic power coiled around the staff.

Then he raised his trembling hands, as if wanting to touch his own face.

But fearing he might burst the pustules on his face, he shakily lowered them again.

"Look at my face—if it weren't for you, how would I have ended up like this?

"Why must I endure this unbearable pain every day.

"And you..."

He reached out again to grab the bone staff at his side, his face ferocious: "Yet you can become a shaman of a new tribe again, respected and worshipped by so many beastfolk?"

"I want you dead, I want all the beastfolk of your tribe to die!"

His skin was cyan-purple and pustular, his eyes scarlet, and disheveled hair hung unevenly on his lumpy head, making him seem like an evil ghost from hell.

The few Beastman Warriors who had sneaked up with She Man had just broken the surface when they were hit by a wave of "Beauty Strike".

He shook his hands, almost throwing the She Man he was holding.

"Great Shaman, She Man was severely injured by the Sea Snake Chieftain and needs treatment."

In the Sea Soul Tribe, only She Man could restrain the Sea Snake Chieftain.

Without She Man's restraint, the Sea Snake Chieftain went on a killing spree, already causing them to lose many tribesmen.

The beastfolk's eyes were blood‑red, they longed to rush forward and tear at the Sea Snake Chieftain's flesh.

Looking at She Man's bloody, mangled state, the Sea Soul Great Shaman secretly moved his hands, then raised them and began to heal him.

"Ah~ look, that high‑and‑mighty Muyun Shaman doesn't even put me in his sights."

With me here, how dare you feel at ease healing this little snake?

His left hand protruded like a ghost's claw, and the evil shamanic power, full of evil aura, coiled around like an evil spirit's breath.

The Beastman Warriors protecting the Great Shaman in front felt that the incoming shamanic power was like an extremely poisonous sea snake.

They could even hear the opponent's "hiss" sound.

But the next moment, they shook their heads.

How could a burst of shamanic energy make a hissing sound? They must have misheard.

The next moment, that evil shamanic power slammed into an invisible barrier.

It let out an unwilling, painful hiss and then dissipated.

The Beastman Warriors' faces turned white, and they felt their scalps go numb.

That hiss just now was not their imagination; this evil great shaman's shamanic power could indeed produce a sound like a living creature.

The evil shaman, his scarlet tongue protruding, froze with an excited expression.

His eyes filled with madness and cruelty, he gazed gloomily at the Sea Soul Great Shaman who was healing She Man: "What did you do?"