Gray Feather, encased in iron armor, looked into the man's emotionless eyes. His anger and pride were extinguished as if doused by a bucket of cold water.
Wrapped in cold iron armor, he was now drenched in sweat, consumed by profound fear.
He could not defeat this man, and this man seemed determined to wipe out the entire Crow Tribe!
"Mr. Gray Feather, run, quickly! Fall back inside!" Scar shouted as he hurriedly fled deeper into the Crow Tribe.
Several of Gray Feather's most loyal subordinates immediately supported him and fled toward the tribe.
Some Crow Hunters also tried to escape through the gap behind Shen Feng, but the moment they ran out, bullets from nowhere pierced straight through them!
The metal cabinets revealed their true forms as well, opening their bloody maws and swallowing many who had failed to escape in time, grinding them into meat paste on the spot!
Dozens of powerful barbarians scattered around the tribal camp, tearing apart anyone who dared resist.
For a time, all the Crow Hunters gathered toward the center of the tribe.
Shen Feng continued walking forward at an unhurried pace, reloading from time to time.
Ever since entering the Crow Tribe's camp, he had not shown the slightest expression.
His attacks were swift and efficient, like an emotionless harvesting machine.
Harvesting lives.
At first, some Crow Hunters had tried to attack him, only to be met with dense barrages of bullets or slaughtered by the barbarians.
The Crow Tribe, once famed for its ferocity and tyranny, had finally encountered someone even more vicious than they were!
For a time, the Crow Tribe members could only desperately flee toward the center of their tribe, just like the weaker tribes and town residents they had slaughtered.
The Crow Tribe had over ten thousand