"Bang!"
A fist wrapped in dark red flames slammed heavily onto the head of the Leader of Huodou. The elongated skull of the Huodou groaned and distorted under the iron fist, then was crushed into the soft black soil, struggling briefly before shattering with a loud crack.
Bright red blood, mixed with the unique scent of morning dew in the forest, spread in all directions.
Swish, swish swish.
Several figures landed in the clearing alongside the splattering blood.
The fist rose slowly from the pit mixed with shattered bone, flesh, and mud. The dark red flames swirling around the fist gradually dissipated, vanishing into the strong, glossy muscles.
Zhang Boren tore off his slightly tattered cloak and threw it to the ground, covering the pile of viscera. At the same time, he scanned his surroundings with a fierce gaze. The lurking eyes in the forest retreated under the intimidating stare of the warlock.
"Those sneaky bastards!"
