Even from a distance, Chen Zhou could only see the silhouettes of a few people.
Looking up from a lower position, if the person on the cliff edge just stepped back a little, half of them would disappear from view, and moving further back, they would disappear entirely.
The black-robed man, surrounded by two teams, was clearly aware of the hostility around him.
Compared to the challengers closing in, he had a mount, which was not a small advantage. As long as he rode off on the camel-like creature, the two teams wouldn't be able to do anything to him.
But the black-robed man didn't do that.
He stood at the very edge of the cliff, watching the challengers approaching from both sides. Suddenly, he drew a knife from his waist and sliced the camel-like creature in two from the shoulder and neck.
In the gray morning light, the creature's head rolled off the broken cliff, and the gushing blood was more eye-catching than the slowly rising sun.
