Aiven, however, paid no attention to the aboriginals already close to collapsing on the ground.
Among the dozen or so people from both sides, the strongest was merely the Great Shaman, and there wasn't even a Tier 3 Totem God among them. They were just a bunch of insignificant small fry, not worth wasting words on.
Today was just the first time they met while chasing the Spiritual Origin, but it certainly won't be the last. And soon enough, they will understand the correct posture they should adopt upon seeing him next time!
Clang! Clang! Clang!...
As time ticked away, the brightness of this section of the river increased, and as a faint bell chimed, another peach-shaped luminous fruit slowly formed at the riverbed.
This time, Aiven didn't give the [Bronze Talisman] a chance to make an appearance, as his [Enemy of the World] had already shrouded everything for kilometers around, preventing any spirit or demonized creature from approaching.
Splash!
