Xiaoyu bit her lip.

"Is shaman's witchcraft very powerful?" Although Wu Ming also has some memories of his predecessors, there are very few things about this.

“It’s hard to say…”

Xiaoyu thought for a while before whispering: "Witchcraft is the same as Taoism. If you give time and make perfect preparations, even masters with the Nine-level extreme change in the physical realm will suffer. However, if you are approached, the shamans and Taoists who are unprepared will have almost no difference from ordinary people... Of course, these are all the situations at low levels, but a shaman in a 100-man team is at this level... What I fear most now is that the shamans can cure injuries and arouse morale..."

Whoosh!

In an instant, more than a dozen arrows shot, with a whimpering sound, screams burst into tears one after another on the earth.

"Hu people ride and shoot!"

Wu Ming had just turned this thought into his mind when he saw an arrow rushing towards him like a poisonous snake in the darkness, just in Xiaoyu's fair and delicate neck.

puff!

Blood squirted wildly, splashing on Wu Ming's face.

The warm and fishy smell rushed over, but Wu Ming's face was dull, looking at the girl who fell to the ground.

Dead!

This girl with extensive knowledge, mysterious background and scheming actually died just like that, just in front of Wu Ming!

"Sure enough... the world is so big that everyone can die! Is this the main temple?"
Chapter completed!