Zhao Hai placed the two bundles of gun shafts beside him, then took out a wooden stick and cut it on the blade of the Minotaur. The wooden stick became two with a sharp slanted side. Zhao Hai inserted the two wooden sticks into the ground beside him, then took out another wooden stick and did the same. In a short while, he was surrounded by slanted wooden sticks.
Black sky Tiger and the others didn't appear. They just watched Zhao Hai do all this. Zhao Hai was calm and unhurried, as if he wasn't in a hurry at all.
After he cut off the last stick, he stood there with the two sticks in his hands. He slowly closed his eyes. After ten breaths, he opened his eyes and threw the two sticks out.
He didn't even look at where the two wooden sticks were going. Instead, he bent down and picked up two more wooden sticks. His hands were like the wind, and he threw them out. Only then did two muffled groans come from the wall of the village.
