"You're a transmigrator?"
As Zhou Xu looked at the primitive man holding a Bone Spear, he asked the question while directly signaling the Skeleton Soldiers to form a Spear Formation and press forward to kill him. When it came to doing what needed to be done, he was utterly decisive.
Hearing the question, the primitive man's expression clearly froze in confusion. It was obvious he had no idea what the "transmigrator" Zhou Xu had mentioned meant.
Could I have guessed wrong?
With the Eye of Insight, he saw every change in the other man's expression clearly. The man did not look like he was faking it.
Meanwhile, facing the advancing Skeleton Soldiers with their spears, the primitive man clearly had no time to think about what Zhou Xu's words meant. He quickly backed away.
Compared with the ordinary skeletons from before, the Skeleton Soldiers had improved mobility, but they still could not compare with normal humans.
The primitive man's constant retreat made it difficult for the Skeleton Soldiers to close the distance.
During this process, as he watched the Skeleton Soldiers grow farther and farther away, Zhou Xu seemed to realize something. His movements suddenly paused, and a trace of tension involuntarily flashed across his face.
At that exact moment, several ancient and obscure syllables emerged from the mouth of the primitive man who had been retreating all along.
In the next instant, the man's speed suddenly surged. With a sway of his body, he directly slipped past the Skeleton Soldiers blocking his path, then charged toward Zhou Xu at astonishing speed.
At this critical juncture, Zhou Xu was no slow to react. He hurriedly untied the sling at his waist and sent it skimming along the ground, intending to repeat his previous trick and trip the man.
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