The Truth

Ji Bochang and Ji Bozu were both powerful members of the Ji Tribe. They wore animal skin clothes, and their muscles were as strong as tigers and leopards.

"Kid, you better tell me the truth. Where's the main force of your Jiang Tribe?"

Ji Bochang rubbed his fists, his joints cracking.

Lu Benwei smiled and said, "Which eye of yours knew that I was from the Jiang Tribe?"

"Arrogant!"

Ji Bozu roared. His body was covered with fine black hair. A pair of horns protruded from his forehead, shining with a sharp cold light.

"Moo!"

After a cow's cry, Ji Bozu pounced on Lu Benwei.

"Little friend, step back. I'll block him!" Ji Fei stood in front of Lu Benwei.

Ji Bozu's body had also become much bigger, and he pressed down on Ji Fei like a mountain.

"Boom!"

Ji Fei and Ji Bozu clashed, creating violent gales.

Some of the old, young, women, and children were unable to dodge in time and were sent flying by the impact.