Zhou Yuan and Zhou Tian were surrounded by members of the ancient tribe.
They looked fierce, their eyes bloodshot and maces in their hands showing their intentions.
And sitting on a throne in a bamboo building, the tribal leader sat with an indifferent expression.
In his mind, he had already seen the ending where Zhou Yuan and Zhou Tian would die and be eaten for dinner.
"Killla!" He said as he pointed at Zhou Yuan and Zhou Tian.
"Killa!"
The tribal members yelled and dashed toward Zhou Yuan and Zhou Tian.
Seeing this, the two of them became a little serious. Zhou Yuan chose to open space and let his father fight more freely.
"Diyaaa!"
An ancient tribesman pointed his mace at Zhou Yuan.
Zhou Yuan's eyes shone red as he looked at the mace.
Crack!
The mace instantly shattered into pieces and the man held his hand which was in pain.
