Bab 158: Blood Fog

The bald man’s complexion changed.

He was sure that the scream that he had just heard belonged to the thin man of the Fierce Snake Tribe.

His heart shivered. He touched his waist, and a white light shot out – like an arrow from a bow – in the direction of the red blade-light.

It was a boomerang made-up of a bone; it was wrapped in a white light.

‘Tut!’ a stuffy sound echoed. The boomerang had hit a tree trunk; it clearly hadn’t hit its target.

Suddenly, the bald man’s figure flashed a few times, and appeared in front of the tree trunk. But, the attacker’s shadow wasn’t there.

The thin barbarian man lay on the ground. There was a wound on his chest; it was so huge that his body had almost been cut into two halves. There was no hope for him.

Two shadows of motionless people lay on the ground near the foot of the huge tree.

The bald man clenched his teeth and gurgled. He looked extremely angry and resentful.