In the mountain range, Yang Jian was fighting fiercely, bathed in blood.
There were three formidable warriors of the other tribes surrounding him, one of which was the extremely powerful Three-headed Golden Lion, possessing invincible combat strength.
Despite resorting to various methods and even opening his third eye, Yang Jian still couldn't break free from the surrounding enemies.
He was strong, but the enemies were even stronger.
"Human's Chosen Yang Jian, today you will undoubtedly die." This bird-headed human-bodied contender, with a body shining like red gold, wielded a Golden Spear.
A tremble of the spear tip could pierce through the void.
"Some time ago, you hunted down 18 of our tribes' warriors, including my brother, my own flesh and blood. For the sake of revenge, I finally got this chance." The hatred of the bird-headed human-bodied warrior was nearly materialized.
