"You little thief, today I shall leave you without a grave to lie in!" barked the black-robed brute from afar, his figure like a dark cloud swooping across the sky, barreling toward them from a distance.
As the brute leaped, he covered over a dozen yards in a blink, just a few leaps and he was already closing in on the spot where Lu Xingba met his death.
"Kill the thief, avenge the Fifth Village Master!" Seeing the black-robed brute charging in, the horde of thieves who had recovered from their shock shouted, many of them brandishing their weapons and charging towards Zheng Ming and the other two.
The Great Elder, locked in combat with the Black Demon Fox, had his expression turn much uglier upon sighting the incoming black-clad colossus.
"An Eighth-Rank Warrior, that is an Eighth-Rank Warrior!" The Great Elder's voice trembled a bit, and as his mind descended into turmoil, the Black Demon Fox's jade palm slammed hard into his back.
