Those barbarians had clearly never expected their chieftain to be killed in a single exchange. Yet not one of them turned and fled. Those already charging down the road instead quickened their pace, howling from their throats.
Those standing behind them kept firing arrows, pouring their fury down upon Zhang Yu.
Zhang Yu lightly swept his sword. Under the shrouding arc of his blade, every incoming arrow was sliced apart.
He noticed then that, like their chieftain, these barbarians first hurled the weapons in their hands before rushing in to hack and kill.
Though this was a common enough tactic, it reminded him of the Other God Cult followers he had encountered by the Ji River. There seemed to be some inexplicable resemblance between the two.
The battle that followed held almost no suspense. These barbarians were ordinary people and naturally could not be his match. Perhaps their chieftain possessed extraordinary strength, but he had been cut down before he could use it.
What was worth noting was that even at the very end, though they knew death was certain, not a single one fled. They still persisted in coming at him and fighting to the death.
This undoubtedly showed that these barbarians were either believers with a faith, or that the force behind them possessed considerable organization.
After the fighting ended, Zhang Yu examined their bodies. He found that they had removed beforehand anything that might reveal their origins. Yet judging from their weapons and the patterns upon them, they surprisingly carried a trace of Yidi people style.
That was rather interesting.
He could not help thinking of the gold plate he had picked up among the ruins outside Xiaoshan Town.
But regardless of why these people had attacked him, the proper course now was to return to Ruiguang