With no other choice, Chen Daole could only pick up a stone and hold it in his hand.
Seeing this, He Chunlai stood silently, sensing instinctively that something was amiss, he quietly raised his straw stick.
"Swish! Swish! Swish!"
The footsteps were very clear now, the other party seemingly had no intention of hiding, perhaps thinking that at such close range, it was a done deal.
"Buzz!"
A black-clad figure emerged from the forest and shouted loudly by the campfire:
"Haha, Yan bastard, do you know who your grandfather is!"
"Bang!"
Fanli's axe smashed over,
With great speed,
A large axe in his hand seemed as light as a feather.
The black-clad man's skull was directly chopped off, and the headless body stood there, water still spurting from the neck.
After chopping the person,
Fanli seemed to come to his senses,
And asked:
"Who was it?"
Unfortunately, this black-clad man could no longer answer.
