Lin Wanyue gripped the talisman in her hand tightly.

"Brothers, let's go! Capture them all and take them back. The obedient ones will be our brothers, and the disobedient ones will be our food! Leave the little kid to me; I'll have some fun tonight, and it won't be a waste of my long journey." The bandit leader continued to spout wild nonsense.

A cold voice came from inside the armor: "You petty bandits, who have humiliated the people, deserve to die!"

After saying that, he swung his spear.

One of the bandits next to the bandit leader suddenly clutched his chest, but blood was already gushing out from between his fingers.

The bandits' eyes were all fixed on Lin Wanyue and her two companions, completely oblivious to the armored man standing on the edge of the cliff.

"!!!" The bandits were all startled to see their brother suddenly die.

"W-what's going on? Who...who is it?" The bandit leader, knife in hand, looked around and shouted in increasing fear, "Who's hiding there? Come out if you dare!"

"You sneaky bastard, come out if you dare! We brothers will kill you!" the other bandits shouted.

"?" Zhao Hong and Niu Lao Er looked around blankly, they didn't know how this change had happened, and their fear outweighed their surprise.

Only Lin Wanyue could clearly see that it was the man wearing battle-damaged armor, whose face was not clearly visible, who pierced the bandit's chest with the long spear in his hand!

"Waaaaah—" Before the others could understand what was happening, another bandit let out a scream.

His hands had been cleanly severed by a sharp blade, and blood splattered all over the ground.

"I'm sorry..." Faced with the fact that they couldn't see anyone and their own brothers were being hacked to death, the remaining two bandits were terrified. They quickly dropped their weapons, knelt on the ground, and begged for mercy: "Grandpa Mountain God, please... spare us!"