The shoulder beneath the arm didn't escape either. After shattering the elbow joint with his weight, Chen Zhou's heel then kicked and broke the collarbone of the Indigenous Warrior.
In an instant, the situation took a drastic downturn.
If the Indigenous Warrior had any hope of escape left, it was now replaced by despair.
The excruciating pain contorted his brown-black face, making his expression even more ferocious.
But contrary to his fierce appearance was his dire predicament.
Chen Zhou, having tossed the revolver behind a buttress root, gripped the dagger tightly, pinned the Indigenous Warrior's body with his foot, and aimed straight for his eye socket.
Facing doom, the Indigenous Warrior hurriedly grasped Chen Zhou's calf, pressing it against him with his left hand, trying to wrench it off while tilting his head to avoid the stabbing blade.
Yet his strength was no match for Chen Zhou's.
