Chapter 346 Guess Who I Am

A crescent-shaped slash drove Blackham into a frenzied, desperate state. He drew all the life force from his body and channeled it into a violent power, determined to make those three insignificant humans tremble before him.

Heatherine, Prometheus, and Qin Mo really started trembling; they even pointed their fingers at Blackham and shook.

But they weren't referring to Blackham, but rather to the ghostly figure that appeared behind him.

A gray shadow appeared silently behind Blackhan, extending a blurry, seemingly ethereal hand that grabbed the great shaman Blackhan, who was loudly proclaiming the spirit of sacrifice of the orcs.

"Well!…"

Blackham felt his neck being gripped, and he began to struggle and fight in terror. Arms thicker than Qin Mo's thigh pulled hard on his neck, trying to break free of the indistinct confinement.

But no matter how hard Blackham tried, even when he used all the power he had gained from burning his entire life force, that ethereal confinement firmly gripped his neck, making it impossible for him to breathe.

"Who is this?...Who has such power..."

Blackham desperately tried to mobilize the power of heaven and earth around him to attack his opponent, but no matter how he sensed it, he could not touch a trace of the power of heaven and earth.

"The power of the entire space has been sealed... How is this possible?"

Blackham was terrified. He tried desperately to pry the hands gripping his neck off and kicked his legs, trying to use his strong body to push away the eerie presence behind him.

"Hehehehe!"

A sound like metal scraping against metal was followed by a chilling laugh. Blackham's feet left the ground, and he was lifted into the air, turning around strangely to see his enemy behind him.

The tattered, gray armor and rusty helmet, shrouded in a layer of ethereal smoke, tightly enveloped the figure, making him appear extremely unreal. Only the eye area of ​​the helmet shimmered with two points of blue light.

"Blackham, guess... who I am?"

The sound of metal scraping against metal, the lighthearted and teasing tone, combined with the other party's shadowy figure, made even the most daring orcish high shaman tremble with fear.

"...Great Shaman...?"

Blackham looked at the other man's distinctive armor and seemed to remember something. He forced back his fear and voiced his guess.

When the man heard Blackham address him as the Great Shaman, he tilted his helmeted head as if deep in thought.

“You…you really are the Great Shaman…” Blackhan was filled with mixed feelings. He had originally wanted to use Ner’zhul’s power to strengthen himself and become the new leader of the orcs, but now it seemed that the rumor was false. The Great Shaman left behind not only a remnant soul and power, but also a complete will.

The person inside the armor straightened their head, their eyes flashing blue light, and said fiercely, "You... answered... wrong!"

"Boom... Boom... Boom..."

Blackham's body was tossed around like a rag doll, constantly slamming against the ice field, smashing holes in the thick ice to reveal the icy seawater beneath.

"Guess... who I am?" the person inside the armor asked Blackham again.

Blackham had been held by the neck and hadn't been able to breathe for a while. After being tossed around for a long time, his eyes were blurry and he was no longer able to answer the other person's questions.

No answer... Heh! Then die!

The man inside the armor gripped Blackham with one hand and pulled out a deep blue greatsword from behind him... plunging it viciously into his heart.

"Awoooooo... Ah woo... Wow..."

Blackham let out a scream he himself couldn't believe. An evil power emanated from the azure greatsword, rapidly corroding his life force and burning his soul.

Qin Mo watched helplessly as the powerful Blackham was tortured to the point of near death, unable to escape despite all his efforts, and her heart turned cold.

He had long sensed that the primordial energy in this world was imprisoned. Even a Heavenly Realm cultivator would find it difficult to achieve such power. So, it was obvious to anyone that if the other party wanted to kill the three of them, there would be no doubt at all.

Qin Mo quietly pulled Heather and Promi, who were also having second thoughts, away. They moved as slowly as possible, afraid of disturbing the armored man who was making a very enjoyable face at the screaming Blackham Wizard.

"Please wait a moment, gentlemen. I have something to ask you!"

The shrill voice rang out again, making Qin Mo's heart sink. Telling them to wait a moment because he had something to ask—was he going to ask where the No. 2 bus stop was? Was he going to ask for her WeChat ID? Damn it, this was definitely going to be a disaster!

"Walk...."

Qin Mo forcefully flung the two of them away, then turned her back and grabbed her "Fire of Joy," pretending to be ready to fight to the death, while in reality she was quickly calculating how to escape.

Qin Mo's plan failed. Heather and Promi were very loyal to Qin Mo. Despite both of them being quite injured, they turned back and stood with Qin Mo.

"There are no cowards who abandon their comrades and run away in the temple!" Promi shouted confidently at Qin Mo, his face showing an arrogant and smug expression.

"Damn it... Uncle Prometheus, couldn't you have taken Heatherine and escaped into the water first? I'll be there soon, okay!"

Seeing that the armored man was dragging Blackham toward her, Qin Mo gave Promi a curt remark that left the handsome older man completely bewildered.

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