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The handgun should have spewed out flames and shot out fatal bullets, just as he remembered. But this time, the handgun's trigger pin seemed to have hit a rock, and after a dull sound, it no longer moved. The change in the handgun surprised Chu Feng, the blade that cut across the ground had already reached his waist.

A round pebble flew towards him and hit the blade that was slashing towards his waist. The pebble broke into two with a 'pu' sound, but the pebble got away. It kicked its feet onto the ground and rolled backwards.

The Savage Warrior glanced at the broken tooth in ridicule, then brandished his blade again, drawing a complete semicircle on the ground to cover the peak. Under the extreme fear, the peak of the mountain rolled forward with his mind and body just in time to avoid the blade.

"Aooo …" Like a monkey, he jumped onto the back of the barbarian warrior's muscles, his left arm firmly clamped around the barbarian warrior's neck, and the butt of his right hand fiercely smashed against the barbarian warrior's temple. None of the surrounding warriors and warriors noticed that in a corner not far away from them, two underage servants were fighting to the death with the second most powerful warrior in the tribe.

The shaft of the spear smashed into the Savage Warrior's temple time and time again, causing blood to splash out. The dagger from the Savage Warrior's teeth grazed past his body and fell into the air.

The Savage Warrior let out a furious roar and grabbed onto Chu Feng's hair, desperately trying to pull him away. However, Chu Feng refused to let go and continued to smash down on his spear.

The splattering of blood and the dull thumping sounds caused the Savage Warrior's brain to go blank. Finally, he couldn't hold back, and his left hand, which was grabbing onto Feng Feiyun's hair, suddenly exerted an unprecedented amount of strength, throwing Feng Feiyun to the ground in front of him as if he was pulling on clothes.

Behind him, there was a heart-wrenching scream, like a mad calf, as he ruthlessly crashed into the tough eight abs of the Savage Warrior. The moment he landed on the ground, the Savage Warrior, who had just torn off his deadly peak, was struck hard, and couldn't help but take a step back, the sharp blade in his hand slid all the way from his left shoulder to his right side. The moment he fell to the ground, he was struck so hard that he couldn't help but take a step back, the Fangs Blade in his hand hacking downwards, the sharp blade sliding from his shoulder all the way down to his right side.

Without waiting for them to hit the ground, the mountain sprung up and kicked fiercely at the barbarian warrior's balls. Hearing the chaos in the night, with a slight but clear sound, the barbarian warrior suddenly turned his body, looking at the fiery red night sky, his mouth slowly opened, and let out a deafening miserable howl.

The Savage Warrior threw away the Fangs Blade, covered his crotch area, and tightly wrinkled his face into pickles. He opened his mouth and let out a strange hissing sound, suddenly waking up from where he was.

"Go on, you can't just die for nothing …" Feng Feiyun threw the fang blade in his hand to the mace and shouted. Then, he picked up his saber.

"Is he dead?" The head that was thrown up landed at the foot of the peak with grievance, but Feng Feiyun was looking at the gums on the ground that were rolling up and down, gurgling blood continuously from the wound that almost cut the gums into two.

"I can still kill him." Looking at the head that had died with everlasting regret, Cave Fang suddenly mustered up his strength and landed on the ground. He picked up a handful of sand and started rubbing it on his wound, and after the severe pain, the blood that flowed out from the wound began to slow down. He picked up the fangs knife on the ground and instinctively rushed towards the stone throwing machine.

The handgun was stained with the blood of the Wasteland Warrior, but Chu Feng had almost died on it. He raised his hand, ready to throw it out, but stopped at the next moment, letting out an angry roar, charging towards the Wasteland Warrior who was already at the edge of the catapult.

Less than a third of the original hundred-plus people who had followed them into the camp were left. In the direction that they were fighting against with all their might, countless human warriors had their heads filled with twisted and ugly anger.

It was as if all the dire soldiers had gathered in their direction, and it wouldn't be long before they swarmed in and engulfed them.

Chu Feng picked up a burning stick and ran. He crossed paths with another barbarian who had broken through the front lines. The dazzling torches smashed into his face, causing sparks to fly out. He landed heavily on the ground, covering his face and rolling around.

The dark spear was like a poisonous snake hunting for its prey. It was thrust toward the peak like lightning and was swept away by the torches. The torches drew a graceful trajectory in the air, illuminating the distorted face in the darkness. The serrated edge of the blade was pulled out, cutting off half of the cheek.

Before the blood could spurt out, his chest was ruthlessly kicked by an incoming kick, and the barbarian warrior who was sent flying crashed into a patch of ground behind him, his agile figure was like a shadow following him, closely following behind that guy, jumping into the crowd like a butterfly, the blade danced very quickly, and was stabbed before the warrior could react.

The unique blood groove of the military knife could easily tear and deform the wound, spitting out blood that sputtered out in all directions like a high-pressure water tap. However, the dire men were unafraid of death, and crazily pounced forward, brandishing the weapons in their hands, falling towards the peak like rain. In the end, the peak was forced back, and at this moment, even the last catapult was almost destroyed.

"I can't hold on any longer, let's escape …" Eighty percent of the fierce warriors were killed, only leaving behind the young servants and the timid servants. Seeing that the barbarians had been crazily rushing towards them, they didn't have any strength left in them, and couldn't hold on any longer. They knew very well that if they could run away, they would definitely become warriors of the tribe, and there was no need to leave their lives here.

"Where do you think you're going? Do you have water?" With his shoulder leaning on one of the barbarian soldiers, Feng Feiyun carelessly stabbed his sword into another's chest. Before he could pull it out, two blades made of fangs came down on him from the left and right, forcing him to let go of his military knife and retreat, leaving only the torch in his hand.

The peak's retorts left the remaining people at a loss as to what to do.

"Hold on, the tribe will save us …" Takeshi also felt exhausted, gasping for breath as he persisted, using reasons he knew were impossible to convince them.

With a loud crack, the pole flew down heavily, throwing out a dark red fireball. When he stretched out his bloodied hands to pull up the rope, he found that he could not pull it up no matter what. Only now did he realize that the people who were helping to operate the catapult had all turned around to fight against the barbarians.

"Prepare …" The only reason they stayed here was to give the group of people a chance to fight for the Chaotic Desolate Man, and now the last catapult had been lost. There was no reason for them to stay here any longer. Perhaps they would not have the chance to take back the tribe, but they had already done their best.

He did not want to run, he wanted to kill them all. In his heart, all the barbarians were his accomplices in killing Ah Da.

As the firelight flashed past, the moment the firebomb flew past Feng Feiyun's body, it was ignited. Although it wasn't completely ignited, it still caused a wave of chaos amongst the desolate people.

"Throw the fireball over …" The dire beasts had prepared a lot of incendiary bombs, but until now, there were not many left. The peak saw the opportunity, unlike the others, only wanted to delay it a little longer in order to gain an opportunity to escape.

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