Inside the shaman's secret chamber, the atmosphere was solemn and tranquil, with smoke curling up from the incense burner.
Mo Hua sat in the center, surrounded by walls, and the vast floor where he had laid down multiple layers of formations.
Like a cobweb, densely packed, protecting him within, isolating all prying eyes and schemes.
Outside the secret chamber, Lugu, Dan Zhu, Chi Feng, and others, a group of Mo Hua's most trusted Golden Core in the Great Wilderness, were leading a group of Bone Heavy Armored Barbarian Soldiers, strictly defending.
Without Mo Hua's command, no one was allowed to enter the chamber or disturb his retreat without permission.
This was an absolute order.
Mo Hua's tone was also extremely stern, even invoking the title of "Divine Lord" to intimidate the wicked.
Because this time "feeding" was really different.
