Bai Zheng felt his vision growing blurry as the acid rain continuously beat down on him. Despite being sheltered by his robe, he still felt a burning sensation all over his body.
The exposed skin already showed signs of redness and ulceration, his robe was soaked in mud making him look extremely shabby.
His throat was so dry it felt like it would spew smoke, unable to endure it any longer, he opened his mouth to swallow a couple of gulps of acid rain.
But in no time, his throat was burning with unbearable pain.
He gritted his teeth tightly, veins popping out on his face with every step forward.
"The Wilderness! The Winged Tiger Tribe! Great! Just great!"
The tribal chief! The saintess! And that traitorous beast!
Ha! He'd remember this!
Their biggest mistake was letting him go.
Did they think just because he swore an oath to the Beast God, he was helpless?
They were underestimating him, and underestimating the Ten Thousands Beast Country!
