The clan leader grabbed the enemy guard's neck and slowly but surely broke it.
No, not just.
He also pulled out half of the man's spine, and blood spattered all over the floor.
It wasn't until there was a crunching sound that the victim's spine broke, and the screams finally stopped.
The Yingren who followed the clan leader were all brave warriors, but they still turned pale and felt frightened when they saw this scene. Several demon wolves nearby kept licking their noses and were restless.
Axun also rushed over and shouted: "Father! The battle is over!"
This is murder!
After he shouted this, the clan leader threw away the dead body and the head.
The blood splashed on the armor and disappeared in the blink of an eye, as if it was absorbed by the armor.
He glanced around and was satisfied with the fear on the faces of the tribesmen, and then strode back.
Everyone looked at me, and I looked at you. It took me a long time to catch up, and everyone felt it was incredible.
They originally thought that the clan leader would try to assassinate the target, but they didn't know that the leader directly chose to kill by force!
Of the more than 200 people in the escort team, they killed more than 190 of them.
The clan leader alone killed at least seventy or eighty guards. His unusual ferocity and cruelty frightened the other party and greatly reduced their morale.
The clan leader asked as he walked: "Have everyone been killed?"
"Three of them escaped, and one of them released a bird to report the news before he died." The tribesman felt ashamed, "We failed to shoot them down in time."
"Trash!" The clan leader punched the man with his backhand. The man was knocked several feet away and stopped moving after hitting a tree.
Axun could see the blood spilling from the corner of his mouth. He rushed over to check and found that the unfortunate guy had three broken ribs, but luckily his neck was not broken.
The other lovers did not dare to come forward, and there was secret fear in their hearts.
The second uncle was angry: "You treat your own people like this, huh? Hasn't he killed anyone for you or blocked a knife for you?"
The clan leader snorted, ignored it, and walked quickly back to the stream.
The target was not dead. His legs were broken and he was leaning against a tree. He was being looked after by the Ying people.
This was a thin man in his thirties, his face covered in cold sweat with pain. The clan leader seemed to have intended for him to watch with his own eyes, as his escorts were beaten to death and dispersed.
The patriarch knelt down and looked at him: "Don't blame us, you are seeking death yourself."
Chapter completed!