"They're all dead, all of them..."
"My people."
At this point, the rough estimate of the dead had already reached over ten thousand.
This was the largest-scale casualty count seen on these grasslands in nearly a century.
Listening to their gritted voices, Yi Zewen De remained unmoved. He merely narrowed his eyes and looked ahead.
His eyesight was extraordinary, and he could see the enormous shadow at the edge of the sky advancing forward.
"Looks like they noticed something was wrong?"
"But unfortunately, there's no prize for guessing right."
A deranged smile suddenly appeared on Yi Zewen De's face, and a flash of bloodlust flickered through his eyes.
He raised his hand.
"Yi Zewen De, what are you doing?!" Someone suddenly noticed his movement. A sense of foreboding flashed through his heart, and he shouted a question.
"Your usefulness has come to an end."
Yi Zewen De smiled softly and lowered his hand.
In an instant, over a hundred poisoned arrows shot forth.
Within twenty meters, Red Stone Crossbow Bolts could pierce through ten centimeters of rock!
Not to mention that these Clan Leaders had gathered together without wearing heavy armor.
Because no one had expected Yi Zewen De to be so reckless as to brazenly attack.
At this distance, no one could dodge.
One person tried to rush forward and seize Yi Zewen De hostage, but the Young Clan Leader, whose temperament had changed drastically, showed no ripple in his eyes. He merely gave a chilling smile and stepped half a pace back.
That step became a Natural Barrier that could never be crossed.
Pfft, pfft, pfft!
The sound of over a hundred arrows piercing flesh rang out.
All the outsiders, including Green Fang and the Black Water Tribe's Clan Leader, froze where they stood.
Confusion filled their eyes