"Amitabha!"
A single Buddhist chant, two streams of blood!
Kun-Kun rushed past two men without slowing down. The two who had been standing there moments ago had now collapsed onto the ground.
Their foreheads were deeply concaved, blood flowing uncontrollably.
This Black Witch Tribe's stronghold was indeed well-guarded.
Kun-Kun had only walked a dozen meters when over ten figures emerged from one side, brandishing longswords that gleamed coldly under the bright moonlight.
Simultaneously, loud banging sounds echoed from within the stronghold; over a hundred people charged toward Kun-Kun.
Thud thud thud!
A series of muffled sounds rang out as the dozen assassins who had first attacked Kun-Kun all fell lifelessly to the ground, their foreheads also crushed inward, bereft of life.
"Who are you? Why have you come here to kill our tribe members?"
