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There was one lone cannibal left, and he observed the carnage with absolute terror. Seeing his comrades get taken down by two women was impressive, but seeing another get stepped on was an entirely different matter, and he wasn't going to stay to see what happened to his poor body.
He dropped his spear and sprinted past Xue and Chen towards the tree line with a scream of horror. Limps flailing and dust being kicked up in his wake, he disappeared into the cover of trees.
The two barbarians felled by Ai and Xiao groaned in agony. Others remained out cold but the semblance of victory was felt by all of those who were awake.
Bingwen, who watched the entire scene unfold with awe, sagged against his cage with a heavy sigh. With the last remains of his mana, he flipped his wrist and a strong gust of wind sheered off the door to his cage. It fell with a soft thud upon the dirt.
"We need to get out of here," he said, stumbling as he tried to walk. "There might be more com -"
From the tree lines came a whoop and a cry for help. Beaten and bloody was Fuyu, hands tied together with heavy rope. Carried by his armpits by two burly men, his head bobbled to and fro, and his body left skip marks on the dirt. His eyes danced in their eye sockets.
"I found... More of them," he gurgled, and pointed to one of his captors. "They - They hurt."
They dropped him unceremoniously on the ground and approached the party with grunts and scowls. One cracked his neck, the other flexed his muscles. They too wore loin clothes, revealing obnoxiously large pectoral muscles and beastly biceps. Each had black tribal tattoos on their faces, and both were twins. They were built like bears, all muscle and no brains.
They took their battle stances. Crouched low to the ground, their thigh muscles grew taut and bulged in anticipation of a battle. One extended an arm, palm facing the sky, and gestured for the warriors to come at them.
He dropped his spear and sprinted past Xue and Chen towards the tree line with a scream of horror. Limps flailing and dust being kicked up in his wake, he disappeared into the cover of trees.
The two barbarians felled by Ai and Xiao groaned in agony. Others remained out cold but the semblance of victory was felt by all of those who were awake.
Bingwen, who watched the entire scene unfold with awe, sagged against his cage with a heavy sigh. With the last remains of his mana, he flipped his wrist and a strong gust of wind sheered off the door to his cage. It fell with a soft thud upon the dirt.
"We need to get out of here," he said, stumbling as he tried to walk. "There might be more com -"
From the tree lines came a whoop and a cry for help. Beaten and bloody was Fuyu, hands tied together with heavy rope. Carried by his armpits by two burly men, his head bobbled to and fro, and his body left skip marks on the dirt. His eyes danced in their eye sockets.
"I found... More of them," he gurgled, and pointed to one of his captors. "They - They hurt."
They dropped him unceremoniously on the ground and approached the party with grunts and scowls. One cracked his neck, the other flexed his muscles. They too wore loin clothes, revealing obnoxiously large pectoral muscles and beastly biceps. Each had black tribal tattoos on their faces, and both were twins. They were built like bears, all muscle and no brains.
They took their battle stances. Crouched low to the ground, their thigh muscles grew taut and bulged in anticipation of a battle. One extended an arm, palm facing the sky, and gestured for the warriors to come at them.