Wilson sensed the stench of death from afar and hurriedly instructed his clan members, "Retreat, retreat immediately!"
A group of Blood Clan Earls, each once capable of sweeping aside any opposition in their territory.
Now, like drowned rats, they didn't say a word and flapped their wings hurriedly, backing away.
Huff, huff, huff!
Sounds of sky-breaking whooshes filled their ears, followed by their bodies feeling as though they were smashed by some massive object.
Nine long swords, glowing red, streaked past them like meteors, piercing through their bodies.
A line of Blood Clan Earls, their blood and energy roiling, burst into blood mist with explosive thuds, thud, thud, thud, in the air.
A hundred meters in the sky, it was as if a rain of blood had fallen, whooshing down and drenching the grass on the ground.
The nine Dragon Bone Arrows had nearly wiped out all the Blood Clan, leaving only Wilson alive.
His eyes reddened, he roared hoarsely, "Easterners..."
