Compared to the towering figures of the Barbarian Tribes, this shadow was too thin, too slender. Standing on the grand Divine Altar, it seemed so small yet strangely eerie.
Everyone was taken aback.
Especially the three Upper Witches present: Yan Zhu, Qing Zhu, and Black Vulture Elder.
Exhausted, they fell to the ground, unable to struggle for the moment. Yet, as their gazes shifted, they saw the Shaman robe worn by that thin shadow, along with that fair, jade-like face, delicate and handsome like a picture.
Yan Zhu exclaimed in shock, "It's you?!"
Mo Hua smiled faintly.
In Yan Zhu's heart, a tempest arose, "How did you get up here? You're merely at Foundation Establishment, you..."
His heart was filled with shock and confusion.
Even Qing Zhu and Black Vulture Elder were full of disbelief in their eyes.
