The force of that impact just now felt like a savage elephant had slammed directly into his body.
That power was even greater than Billersley's!
How was that possible!?
That man's height and build were only slightly better than that little fatty who had just run away.
How could he possess such monstrous strength?
Wasn't the White Armor Tribe the strongest race on this grassland?
Hawthorne's eyes instantly turned bloodshot.
He could not accept this fact.
Yinuoke, the little fatty who had just rushed into the river in the distance, was completely stunned. His mind had not even caught up.
His shock far exceeded Hawthorne's.
That "passerby" who had been about to leave had actually acted for his father's sake!?
"Roar!"
Amid thunderous roars, all the Udan Spearmen formed up at once.
But at that moment, Mu Fan stomped down hard with both legs. The ground beneath his feet instantly caved in, and he shot into the air before crashing down beside Billersley. A white syringe appeared in his palm, and he drove it into Billersley's neck, pushing the entire dose in.
"You won't die."
That cold, domineering voice came from ahead.
Bai Clan Potion!
After being injected, Billersley's vision went dark. He only felt a trace of warmth rise within his body, which had been growing colder and colder. Then his vision blackened completely, and he shut his eyes.
Even after passing out, the burly man still gripped the spear tightly, keeping his body from falling.
"What are you, daring to attack before the Red Stone Guard!"
"And what are you... daring to steal prey before me, Hawthorne!"
"He's dead for sure. And you, I'll skin you alive with my own hands!"
Creak, creak.
His footsteps pressed into the ground one by one. Hawthorne's eyes were bloodshot, and his