Xing Ba didn't dare to retaliate.
He wasn't sure if Xie Tian's warning not to beat him to death still held power if he fought back.
If it didn't, he would be dead for sure.
Bang bang...
Bang bang...
Bang bang...
His perspective kept changing, one moment seeing the sky, the next the ground, sometimes being blasted into a mountain engulfed by darkness, sometimes being smashed into a sparkling lake...
But his mood remained unchanged.
Fear, panic, oppression, anxiety...
Lying on the ground, watching the twenty-eight disappear, Xing Ba didn't move.
He didn't even dare to heal himself, worried that the twenty-eight would reappear and beat him back to his original state.
Soon, he struggled to his feet, trembled as he took steps away from the foot of the mountain where the Shi Tribe resided, completely losing the composure he had when he came.
The priests of the eight major tribes, including Hou Hao, withdrew their gazes and looked at each other in dismay.
