"Brother, is there some sort of misunderstanding?"
A martial artist from the Town took out a hidden weapon box from his pocket and pointed at Julius Reed, "Can you let me explain?"
"The moment you submitted to the Undead Tribe, the outcome was already determined."
Julius Reed said nothing more.
Some people might have been forced by pressure to become lackeys.
But some people choose to be lackeys willingly.
"If I let you go back, you'll still be my enemies in the future." Julius Reed slashed in the air, directly severing the man's arm. "I never show mercy to my enemies."
"Hiss..."
The martial artist from Town looked at his bleeding arm, cold sweat covering his forehead from the pain.
That strike was too fast!
He didn't even see what happened.
"Brothers, since ancient times, there has been only one road up Uriah Mount! Now, it's either we die or they perish! Town folks, have some spine! Kill!"
Vinnie Somerset drew the longsword from his waist, shouting out loud!
"Charge!"
