In the distant African Archipelago, a brutal lee battle is unfolding, with flesh and blood flying, cruel and intense.
They seem to be stuck in the era of cold weapons, having only wooden sticks and sharp knives as their weapons, engaging in close combat filled with primal force. Baru lifted a black man high above his head and then fiercely slamd him to the ground, his spine hitting hard rocks, followed by the crisp sound of "crack." The man’s face twisted in agony, but Baru didn’t give his enemy a chance to breathe, directly ripping him in half. Under the moonlight, blood sprayed, a severed arm rolled to Ah Fu’s feet. Ah Fu scread, instinctively hiding behind Yun Miao.
This place is simply a purgatory on earth.
Yun Miao watched the brutal scene before him, his expression unchanged, his dark eyes clear and deep.
"I heard that Africa has many primitive tribes that often go to war over territory, I didn’t expect it to be true, these people are simply too wild...." As a normal person, Dylan watched the scenes before him, speaking with so astonishnt.
Everyone here seems like beasts that haven’t yet evolved.
"It’s too dangerous here, I’ll get you out...." Dylan’s words were not yet finished when Mo Sang ran towards them. As the daughter of the clan leader, Mo Sang naturally beca the enemy’s target, leading Yun Miao and his companions into the enemy’s sight.
"You better leave here quickly, the Muna Tribe is extrely ruthless, they won’t let you go." Mo Sang said.
However, just as she finished speaking, a black man wielding a heavy hamr swung it towards them.
Yun Miao squinted slightly, grabbing Mo Sang’s arm and pulling her behind him. They dodged the heavy hamr, which smashed into the ground, dust flying, and the earth shook.
"Roar...." The black man let out a roar, his vicious and wild eyes staring at Yun Miao, like a beast eyeing its prey.
Yun Miao pushed Mo Sang away, ignoring Mo Sang’s infatuated gaze, and said lightly: "Find a place to hide."
Mo Sang’s red cheeks were difficult to discern in the night, making her face seem even darker. Hearing the words, she obediently nodded: "Be careful."
Yun Miao took off his jacket, flexed his fingers, shook his head, let out a cold laugh, and beckoned the black man with a finger.
The black man let out a roar, wielding the hamr as he charged forward. Despite his great strength, he was clumsy, unlike Yun Miao’s nimble movents. With a few precise moves, Yun Miao struck a vital point, causing him to drop to the ground.
More and more black n surged forward, aiming their spears at Yun Miao, who fought valiantly, taking on ten n at once, showing no signs of decline. His slender, agile fra moved like a swimming dragon, carrying a force as if tearing through decay, with overwhelming montum... carving out a bloody path.
One by one, strong black n fell at his feet, blood flowing like rivers. The youth stood proud between heaven and earth, eyebrows indifferent and arrogant, with a tall and straight posture. Bloodstains adorned his clothing, like red plum blossoms blooming in the snow, dazzling yet flamboyant in the dark night.
At this mont, shedding the youth’s naivety, he truly transford into a man who could shoulder the sky and stand tall.
Strong, domineering... possessing fearless bravery, and a noble presence as if ruling the world.
Everyone wished to kneel at his feet and worship him, the black n gathered uncertainly, no longer daring to attack, retreating cautiously.
Yun Miao smiled faintly: "Bring your leader out to see ."
The black n looked at each other in dismay.
Mo Sang jumped out and translated the words. Soon, a man erged from the crowd, tall and almost blending with the dark night, except for his sharp, aggressive eyes, filled with the ferocity of a lion.
Those eyes glead with bloody remnants in the darkness, as if ready to leap forward and tear soone to pieces at any mont.
Oppressive atmosphere spread.
Yun Miao smiled: "Are you their leader?"
The leader cautiously scrutinized him: "I see you’re not from here. Our tribes are at war; you’d better not interfere, as the consequences are beyond your grasp," heavily laced with threats.
Unfortunately, Yun Miao was never afraid of threats.
"Oh? What if I insist on intervening?"
The leader’s eyes darkened, tightly gripping his spear, murder spreading.
Yun Miao laughed coldly: "I passed through here, and Chief Hasan has been kind to . How can I stand by and watch? If you don’t cease fire today, I’ll have to start by slaughtering." With that, he casually brushed the dust off his clothes, his expression seemingly unconcerned, yet a powerful aura enveloped, making it almost hard to breathe.
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