When Su Ming looked at the thin man's statue of the God of Shamans at such close proximity, he could see clearly that the giant had black fur and was dressed in coarse hides. A primitive and savage presence radiated off it.
On its messy head was an old man dressed in a black robe, meditating in a sitting position. The black robe covered his face, preventing Su Ming from seeing his appearance, but with just one glance, Su Ming could recognize that the old man was his Master!
However, his Master's robe was black when he appeared with the statue of the God of Shamans this time. It was different from last time, and this made Su Ming think.
Veins popped up on the thin man's body. With a roar, the illusion of the giant behind him swiftly lifted its large hand, clenched it into a fist, and hurled it straight towards Su Ming, sending its fist crashing towards him.
