Zong Shen harbored no mercy for these roving bandits.
To him, these bandits were nothing more than wild creatures.
He saw this very clearly.
He gently patted the old traveling horse's head.
The two of them moved forward once more.
They reached the outskirts of this bandit camp.
At this moment, the bandits all stood up, their eyes cruel and numb, fixed on this spot.
Zong Shen focused his attention and scanned them.
[Fallen Wanderer lv3]
[Race: Human]
[Slashing Damage: 13～19]
[Life Value: 115]
[Armor Value: 5]
[Skills: None]
The attributes of these dozen or so bandits were almost identical.
There was only one who was slightly stronger, a bandit wearing leather armor and holding a worn cleaver with a slightly broken tip.
[Fallen Leader of the Wanderers lv5]
[Race: Human]
[Slashing Damage: 19～23]
[Life Value: 150]
[Armor Value: 16]
[Skills: Chaotic Slash (within a short time, slashes at the target 2 to 3 times)]
