章 592: A curse ?

The shaman was preparing his best death curse to afflicate Rudra . However contrary to his expectations of Rudra's elven sword melting inside his purple liquid , the elven sword shone with power and caused the black boiling pot to explode. 

BOOM! 

The shaman's hut was blown to smithereens as he himself was puking green blood from his mouth after his chest took the brunt of the impact of the exploding pot , knocking the wind out of his lungs. 

" What the ..... Impossible , only Hades has a greater hold over the power of death than me , how did the spell backfire? ". The shaman could not beleive his eyes , as he questioned this world's reality.