After five minutes.
Basong, a prodigy of the Earth's witch realm and the first in ten thousand years to step into the Sacred Shaman Stage, was stomped to death by Mozaren.
Mozaren was sweating profusely. Originally, he could have ended Basong with a trump card, but he dared not go against Wang Xiaoqiang's wishes and had to use the most primitive and brutal method to stomp him to death.
Basong died, his body battered and bruised, like a dead pig.
"Sacred Shaman... ha! In front of me, he's nothing but a dead pig," Wang Xiaoqiang spat at Basong's corpse and looked up at Mozaren, "Mozaren, this credit will be on your head. Remember, it was you who killed Basong. Having killed this Sacred Shaman, you can now make a name for yourself in the witch realm. Haha..."
Mozaren understood Wang Xiaoqiang's intention, nodded and said, "Yes, yes, little servant understands. Little servant will handle the Basong family's properties appropriately..."
