Those torches in the distance suddenly stopped one by one. Caius could see this clearly, even if his vision was clouded by the white fog that continuously hung in the air.
Purple blood danced, and the lifeless bodies of the warriors in the small tribe dropped to the ground one by one.
The red-skinned warriors of the alien race that lived in this small tribe could naturally survive because of their own unique features. And soon, they would gradually find Caius' location, although not very quickly.
Caius knew that his position would be discovered sooner or later, and now it was more crucial to minimize the number of red-skinned warriors that he would find himself facing very soon.
After a round of killing with the black spikes, there were ten red-skinned warriors left who were able to fight. These warriors roared at Caius when they found his position, and they closed in on him in just five seconds at a distance of fifty or so meters.
