"What are you doing?" Zimo called to his students. "We've got a guide."
They raised their heads to the mountain and saw the burly man on his knee, left with only one arm. They shook their heads and sighed.
They had gotten used to Zimo's ruthless actions. Anytime he attacked, blood must flow. He was so used to it that he did it subconsciously.
With the burly man leading them, their journey was fast. Even though the Purple Mist Mountain was hazardous with an uneven terrain, to the Blood Skull bandits, it was their backyard.
"So, there are other smaller groups like yours," Zimo asked.
"Yes. Yes." The burly man responded quickly.
"Good. Lead the way." Zimo smiled. "Let's deal with the smaller shrimps before going to the main dish."
After ten minutes of walking, the burly man led them into a hidden hideout of a smaller bandit group. The hideout was located between two massive mountains.
