Tracing the two primitive men he didn't kill, Wang Longhu, with Zhang Yuanying, delved deeper into the area.
Soon, they arrived at a dead end, where the two primitive men clad in animal skins pressed their backs against the mountain wall, gazing at Wang Longhu with utmost fear.
Just moments ago, they had clearly seen how easily Wang Longhu had killed their companion.
These two were very aware that in front of Wang Longhu, they were doomed, with no chance of resistance at all.
"Abulie Babaria, Ashe, Gudiu Ssa ma."
One of the primitive men hurriedly attempted to communicate, but unfortunately, Wang Longhu couldn't understand at all.
Because they were speaking the language of the Korean Peninsula.
"What are they saying?" Wang Longhu asked Zhang Yuanying.
This woman had grown up in the White Lotus Society and was proficient in both Korean and Mandarin.
