A primitive strongman sneered. "Indeed, but this guy is indeed a bit tricky, we mustn't act rashly!" Another primitive strongman also spoke in a deep voice.
"Haha! You little brat, I admit, your luck was good just now, but this time, it's different. Let's send you to the afterlife!"
As he spoke, Mo Zhantian's hand suddenly launched a black spear, its tip aimed directly at Ye Ling's brow, an icy chill of murderous intent rippling at its point.
Ye Ling's pupils shrank, sensing the terrifying aura transmitted from the tip of the spear!
The next second, the attacks of the three primitives followed in quick succession, a murderous onslaught like a tidal wave heading straight for Ye Ling.
Ye Ling's eyes turned cold; he had anticipated such a scene but had never imagined it coming so swiftly.
"Sky-shaking Strike!"
Ye Ling roared, and his right hand shot up suddenly, his wrist flicking. The Dragon Bone knife traced a brilliant arc, cutting directly down upon the oncoming spear.