Brother Tan sat on the ground, watching the person in front of him raise an axe. At that moment, he had no way to dodge and could only close his eyes, awaiting the arrival of death.
But death did not arrive as expected. Opening his eyes, he found that, at some unknown time, an arrow had appeared on the forehead of the middle-aged man.
The axe in the middle-aged man's hand fell to the ground. He stood rigidly in place for a few seconds, then fell to the ground.
"He's actually dead, dead."
Brother Tan was panting heavily out of fear, only feeling that after the collapse of order, all sorts of monsters and devils had emerged, and he actually encountered such a ruthless killer.
Although he wasn't a good person himself, having been a small-time thug before, he had never thought of killing someone. He certainly hadn't killed anyone, nor had he even fought much. Most of the time, he just joined in to boost numbers and make a show.
Whoever had more people was tougher.
