Regardless of the upcoming attack, Caius raised his hand, and a sharp and fine inky black line shot out of his palm and immediately entangled a red-skinned warrior firmly. Caius cut off the wooden spears flying straight at him, and they were quickly rendered useless.
Seeing this made the other red-skinned warrior retreat a little cautiously as the spears he had struck with were reflected away again by the protective shield around this silver-haired man. He knew that he could not hurt his target, at least not now, so it was better for him to gain some distance.
Caius looked at the three red-skinned men around him, and a bloodthirsty smile appeared on his face. His eyes also turned a glaring red. As long as they were alive, his existence would never be let off. It was either he or them in this cruel and merciless world.
