The Stone Mound Leader advanced step by step, dragging the huge sword in his hand. He was moving closer little by little in the dimly lit tomb passage.
The iron sword scraped the ground, emitting a harsh friction sound.
Fang Hao saw that he was a hero, fearing that if he killed him there would be no corpse left, so he tried to communicate.
They were all undead, perhaps he could offer safe conduct, it was also a way of victory without fighting.
Clearly, the other party didn't think so, he appeared ready for a desperate fight.
Since he didn't appreciate kindness, there was no need to hold any loyalty towards people like him.
"Take him down."
Boom! Boom! Boom!
The bowstring trembled, and one arrow after another whistled out from the back row.
Facing the dense shower of arrows, the Stone Mound Leader did not hide or evade, he let the arrows strike him.
He paused briefly at his feet, then pushed forward despite the rain of arrows.
"Damn, he's tough!" Fang Hao exclaimed.
