Martial Peak

Chapter 2878, South Barbarian Clan Will Never Die

Sword light swept through everything as several self-confident Demon Great Generals were cleaved in half by Yang Kai, flesh and blood spewing wildly, and the residual force of the Sword Qi clearing out a wide area, crushing all the Demons around into paste.

In the middle of this carnage, only one tall, strong Barbarian remained standing.

He was shimmering with the light of the Shield Spell, but it could not hide the horrifying state of one side of his body, which had seemingly been liquified. Before Yang Kai’s arrival, this Barbarian had already killed dozens of Demon Generals and Demon Great Generals with his Shamanic Spells. Only the last flames of this man’s burning vitality were supporting his mutilated body.

Their eyes met, and the man grinned as he called out, “Heh heh, Shaman Niu…”

“Shaman Tu…” Yang Kai looked at the Shaman Grandmaster in front of him with an unreadable expression.

Just a few months ago, the two had some conflicts in the South Barbarian Clan’s King City. Shaman Tu was provocative and dissatisfied with Yang Kai; and even after a few months, the expression on this Shaman Grandmaster was still ever so unkind, even a faint trace of competition in his gaze.

“I thought you wouldn’t come, but you’re here.” Shaman Tu chuckled lowly, and did not mind the half of his body that had liquified at all, which was obviously caused by the Black Brilliance from earlier. His bones were exposed, and even his internal organs were clearly visible, which continued to dissolve into liquid and dripped onto the ground.

“I just arrived,” Yang Kai gave a small nod.

“Very good!” A smile crept onto Shaman Tu’s face. The pain did not make him lose his mind and instead seemed to be keeping him more sober than ever, “In the past few months, more than seven thousand Demons have died at my, Shaman Tu, hands and the hands of my subordinates’. How about you?” He asked with a solemn face.

“Not as many as you.” Yang Kai replied.

Shaman Tu guffawed, “Then I win! Hahahaha!”

He remembered the bet he had with Yang Kai before departing King City.

Yang Kai agreed, “You are right, you’ve won.”

Only after a short silence did he ask, “Can you still hold on?”

Shaking his head, Shaman Tu replied, “No, as you can clearly see. My clansmen are all dead anyway, I am the only one left in the Shaman Tu Clan. I should go look for them now.”

“Farewell!” Yang Kai nodded and placed his fist across his chest in respect.

Shaman Tu crossed his skeletal hand over his chest in return, and stated sternly, “Find Sir Shaman King! The South Barbarian Clan must not perish here today!”

an incantation jerkily, and a dazzling light that resembled a ball of flame burst out of his body,

Life Sacrifice!

Spells; however, at this moment, Shaman Tu used it to illuminate

the Barbarian Race believed that they would return to the embrace of the Barbarian God after death, and their souls would travel to the Shaman Divine Temple to be reincarnated. Death was not the end

spell, Life Sacrifice. Therefore, under normal circumstances, even if a Shaman Grandmaster was at the brink of death, they would not use

Demon Race, who invaded their homeland, Shaman Tu did not hesitate to make such a choice. Even if he would become a lonely ghost, even

clueless Demons surrounded him while Shaman Tu cackled loudly, allowing the sharp weapons to slash him freely,

realized something was wrong, but it was too late when they

exploded into a cloud of flaming blood, and the Demons surrounding him

radius of one thousand metres were

making his way to

the aura was clearly

attack of the Demon Race. Barbarian Warriors were dropping one by one, and the Shamans could hardly execute their roles effectively after losing the protection. Their relatively weak bodies were clearly incapable of turning back the tides with such

Life Sacrifice. In fact, many other Shaman Grandmasters chose to

Barbarians left were the ten thousand or so gathered at the centre that still maintained an orderly defence. Various Shamanic Spells dyed the Barbarians in vibrant

by step, and the ten thousand warriors were steadily dwindling in

chaos, everyone was stunned at Yang Kai’s sudden appearance, including the Demons, who stared at him in a daze, watching him carve a bloody path to join the encircled

the centre of the group, Yang Kai quickly saw

“Sir!”

from which thick liquid flowed out, and his body was mangled and misshapen as a result of the terrible erosion

and found that it was Yang Kai who called him, and he could not help but flash a wry

worried about, and quickly explained,

nothing special about it either, but Shaman Dang regarded it as a treasure, and solemnly stuffed it into

were a kind of spiritual pillar, but were themselves not rare or powerful items. However, the Sacred

Sacred Treasure was always in the possession

was the sixth Shaman King, so the Sacred Treasure wouldn’t fall into his hands under normal circumstances. In

Barbarian Clan, but he knew he was not going to

only Shaman Grandmaster who remained uninjured, so Shaman Dang had no choice but hand over the South Barbarian Clan’s Sacred Treasure to

it?” Shaman Dang grabbed Yang Kai’s shoulder and gazed at him

promised, “The South

power of a Shaman King instantly awakened in his body as he declared in a deep voice, “We

and wanted to tell him that there was another Demon Saint here. Shaman Dang probably was not aware that this was the work of a Demon Saint and expressed confidence

it, he would not