In the vast mountains, there is a village built of rocks. A huge skull hangs on the top of the gate made of three rocks.
The skull was covered in black, dried blood, making it impossible to tell what kind of beast it belonged to. Even in death, it still emanated a terrifying aura, deterring the wild beasts of the forest from attacking. This indicated that it must have been a fierce figure in life.
This skull has protected the Fu Clan Village for hundreds of thousands of years. Apart from the people of the Fu Clan Village, any other living creature that comes here will be affected by this pressure.
A group of strong men with animal skins wrapped around their waists ran quickly from the mountains towards the village gate. They were covered in blood and had hideous wounds on their bodies.
One of the men was carrying a young boy who had lost his arm on his back, and behind them was a group of huge hungry wolves.
Night had fallen, and from the vast mountains came waves of beastly howls, one louder than the other. The wolves' eyes shone a faint green light in the night sky, and the accompaniment of the beastly howls made these lights seem particularly creepy.
The outline of the village appeared in front of everyone, which made the strong men who were running frantically show a glimmer of hope in their eyes.
The leading wolf king seemed to have seen through the plans of his prey. There was a power in that place where the music was flickering with fire that he was extremely afraid of.
The wolf king let out a soft howl, and the wolves immediately separated into two wings, speeding up to harass the group of men from the side.
Sharp wind blades came out from the wolf's mouth, and the men had to wave the bone knives in their hands to defeat these wind blades.
But this slowed down their speed.
"Zitu, you need to hurry up. Ignore these wind blades and hurry back to the village to get help!"
A man shouted loudly, and together with the others, he defeated the wind blades shot at him.
They themselves instantly had several more wounds on their bodies.
The man called Zitu knew that this was not the time to be shy. The sound of wind blades piercing his flesh made his heart and liver break. He had to run to the attack area of the village as fast as possible and sound the alarm.
The young man who was carried on the man's back said weakly, "Brother, put me down, I will be a burden to you!" His face turned extremely pale due to excessive blood loss, and his eyelids became increasingly heavy as he struggled to open them. He was afraid that he would not be able to go back alive.
"Don't talk nonsense! The village is just ahead. We can go back soon. Once we get back to the village, you'll be saved!"
The man waved his arms quickly to defeat the oncoming wind blades. Many wind blades left blood marks on his body, but not a single wind blade fell on the boy on his back.
A smile appeared on the boy's face, and the scarlet on his forehead shone with a dazzling light.
His face instantly regained its rosy color, and he buried his head in the man's arm and bit it hard.
The man felt pain, and his big hands around the boy's buttocks loosened slightly. The boy took the opportunity to lean back and fall down.
"Brother, live well..."
The man held the knife in one hand and chopped against the wind blade. After his hand around the young man loosened, he had no time to catch him.
"No!"
The man's eyes turned red instantly as he watched the boy being torn to pieces and drowned by the wolves.
"Fu He!" the man shouted heartbreakingly. The scene of the boy being torn to pieces by wolves deeply shocked him.
He resolutely turned around and rushed towards the wolf pack, waving the bone knife in his hand, and chopped down several hungry wolves in a row.
Every time he chopped down a hungry wolf, the other hungry wolves would tear the body of their dead companion into pieces and eat it, without any intention of wasting anything.
However, the man who was trapped in the wolf pack did not last long, and eventually ended up being torn to pieces and eaten.
More and more hungry wolves gathered on both wings, and the wind blade attacks became more and more intense.
The successive loss of two people made these men furious. In grief and anger, they attacked even harder, hoping to create conditions for Zitu to escape back to the village.
The wolf king, who had eaten the internal organs of two people in succession, licked the blood on his lips. He was getting closer and closer to the power that made him wary. The prey running in the front was about to enter the range of that power.
The wolf king howled again, and the entire wolf pack sped up and began to tighten the encirclement.
The hungry wolves at the front were killed one by one by the men's swords and then eaten by their own kind.
Even those hungry wolves that were only injured could not escape the sharp teeth of their companions.
Such a pack of wolves plunged the men into the abyss of fear, but the village was right in front of them. As long as they could hold on until the pressure of the skull on the village gate came over them, they would be able to escape.
Zitu had already whistled for help, and the continuous whistles attracted everyone in the village to come out.
Looking at the tribesmen who came to support him with bone knives, bows and arrows and other sharp weapons, Zitu finally breathed a sigh of relief.
"Brother Zitu!" A boy of about thirteen or fourteen rushed to the front, with a bow and an arrow in his hand, and shot at Zitu.
Zitu's pupils shrank, but when he turned his head and saw a hungry wolf lying on the ground with a sharp arrow stuck in its head, he laughed.
That was close!
"Fuxin, couldn't you tell me before you shot the arrow?" Zitu finally let go of his worry as they were only a hundred meters away from the safe area of the village.
"Zi Tu, be careful!" the young man shouted again, and at the same time, the sharp arrow in his hand shot behind Zi Tu.
"Why is there more?" However, with the sharpshooter Fu Xin here, it is also bad luck for this beast.
However, the sound of falling to the ground and the cry of birth that he thought were expected did not occur. Zitu turned his head again and saw a huge wolf head and a bloody mouth that could bite his head off in one bite.
The wolf king did not bite off Zitu's head. Instead, after knocking him down, he tore open Zitu's stomach and dragged out his internal organs to eat.
Zitu, who did not die immediately, twisted and struggled on the ground in despair. He tilted his head to look at the village with eyes that revealed endless desire and unwillingness!
There are still a hundred meters left, another hundred meters and he will be safe...
Zitu was torn to pieces in an instant by the wolves that pounced on him from behind.
"Brother Zitu!" Fu Xin felt his heart burst. Why? Why didn't he hit the hungry wolf even though he was aiming at it?
The bone arrow passed by the wolf king's fur without hurting it at all!
Zitu...
Fu Xin shot arrows frantically, and soon there were no arrows in the quiver on his back.
The hungry wolves he had shot down were torn apart and devoured by their own kind. After Zitu died, the hungry wolves turned around and surrounded the remaining six men...
"I will kill you!" Fu Xin snatched the arrow from the back of a young man who came from behind and was about to rush out.
Two men immediately ran over and carried him back to the safe area.
Fu Xin struggled frantically, kicking the two men mercilessly with his legs.
A young girl walked up to him and slapped him hard.
"Do you want to go out and die now, or stay alive and avenge him in the future?"
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