The tribe leader dramatically slumped on his knees. Unexpectedly, the loss of his tribal sword created a hole in his heart. Something inside him was triggered by it.
A loud sound of a gong reverberated on air. Ye Shin looked all over the place. The pungent smell of blood slowly filled in their sense of smell. A different breath of death terrorized their senses.
Yu Zhe became paler. He has absentmindedly bitten his lips and his body trembled by the sound of the invisible gong.
How can a tribe leader accept his loss? The second sound of the gong followed.
"He is executing us using his blood!" Yu Zhe exclaimed in fear.
As the third gong sounded, the beautiful face of the tribe leader slowly turned into a grotesque figure.
"I will not forgive you!" the tribe leader glared at Ye Shin. His voice was swallowed by the fourth sound of a gong.
