Defying danger, sacrificing oneself, eradicating the corrupt, with one's heart towards the deity.
Who else could it be but the shaman?
At this moment, the Golden Core Elder of the Danque Tribe, the Golden Core Barbarian General, and even the hundred elite barbarian soldiers present all had the same thought:
This Mr. Witch might truly be a shaman, for without such dauntless courage and selfless devotion, it's impossible otherwise!
Dan Zhu was less concerned about the reputation of a "shaman" and genuinely worried about Mo Hua's safety.
The Stone Palace ahead was a "land of peril" where even a Golden Core Cultivator would meet an inescapable, tragic end, with flesh hard to preserve.
Dan Zhu softly advised, "Mr. Witch, there's no need to risk yourself..."
But Mo Hua shook his head, "I have made up my mind."
Dan Zhu wanted to persuade further.
