With a single glance, Ji Hao discovered that bear-like, sturdy Ink Ape Clan warrior among the crowd, who had stirred up trouble a few times earlier as well. He was wearing a heavy armor, his face covered in the ash which came from the bottom of a pot, hands holding a pair of massive axes. By now, he had been hoarsely growling.
“Those few brats, kill all the boys and for the girls, kill after we get tired of playing with them. Do not let any of them live! Move! Move! Move!”
Ji Hao stayed silent. This guy had a dark-colored face, which was entirely covered in dense black fine hairs. This had already become an unusual feature of his, and even among this vast crowd Ji Hao still managed to recognize him with a single glance. Whether he covered his face with pot bottom ashes or not, what difference would it make to his appearance?
Tens of Ink Ape Clan warriors pulled their long and large bows open, aiming at Man Man and preparing to release the arrows.