A bone arrow pierced into the chest of the Second Elder at an unknown moment.
Blood trickled from the corner of his mouth, and he felt his body gradually losing control as the threat of death approached.
"Old Second!"
The Grand Elder's eyes seemed about to burst as he gritted his teeth and let out a heart-wrenching roar.
This shout awakened the younger generation who had fallen into madness.
They instinctively turned their heads and saw the Second Elder, with an arrow in his chest, slowly falling over.
Bang!
The sound of the Second Elder falling heavily shook the heartstrings of everyone.
Someone shifted their gaze to Mang, who stood not far away.
At this moment, the tribe's top archer stood there coldly.
He was not as tall as imagined, but his presence was imposing like a mountain.
His features were ordinary, yet he was like the Antarctic iceberg.
He didn't say a word, but the killing intent on him rippled around.
