Lugu stood tall, wearing sinister dark bone armor, with blood-red war paint on his face.
He was the General of the Shugu Main Department, his battle achievements illustrious, his power even surpassing the aging Chief Shugou.
This time, leading the expedition against the Wusha Mountain Realm was entirely in his hands.
Lugu had been through countless battles, and this assault on the Wusha, a Second Grade Mountain Realm, did not particularly concern him.
Yet at this moment, watching Dan Zhu and others retreat, thinking of the Formation he had seen, Lugu's expression had turned solemn.
"These Holy Patterns, strangely unique, are not the inheritance of the Royal Court…"
"Could it be true, what Iron Skill Bone said?"
"Is the Shaman of the Danque Tribe truly a cunning human-skin Demon Monster?"
"On my Great Wilderness land, would a human-skin Demon Monster truly appear in broad daylight?"
In Lugu's eyes, a fierce look emerged.
