At this moment, Cangshan was about to go mad. He had no idea what method that human across from him had used to break his Wind God Body, and what was even more terrifying was that even when he activated his Bloodline Talent, he still couldn't shake off that damned flame.
That mass of Fire was like maggots gnawing on bones, seeping in through every gap as it kept drilling into his body. Cangshan felt the horror that lay between life and death.
He was the heir of the Gale Tribe; laughable that he hadn't died at the hands of his own elder brother, his greatest rival, but was instead going to die in the hands of some no-name human.
How could he possibly accept that.
Cangshan, his mindset collapsing, saw that he couldn't kill the human before him, and his gaze abruptly swept toward the others around them.
If I'm going to die, then you can all be buried with me.
