The old priest Mu Gu looked at the scene before him, seething with rage.

The cries of battle had just begun, and so many people were already dead outside.

"How dare you! I, Mu Gu, am here. Who are you?"

His figure flickered and appeared in front of Fang Ling.

With a single sword strike, Fang Ling cleaved his body in two.

Although the old priest was at the late stage of the Alioth Realm, only two levels higher than Fang Ling, the battle in Boundless City against the Witch Daoist had taught him that when facing witchcraft practitioners, he must strike swiftly and decisively.

Otherwise, who knew what torturous and bizarre witchcraft spells might be used against him.

The people of the Mu Clan tribe were horrified to see Mu Gu slain by Fang Ling with a single sword strike.

The old priest was the tribe's strongest witchcraft practitioner, and even he was killed with one blow. What hope did they have...

In an instant, the two hundred thousand people of the tribe scattered like birds and beasts.

But at this moment, the Mu Clan tribe was already enveloped by the Saramita Realm.

After fleeing to the edge of the tribe, they quickly fell into despair.@@novelbin@@

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