Large swaths of flying snow rushed towards Yanda, all of which were stirred up by the rocks' hands and feet.
This happened again and again, and the rocks were disturbed along the way, but there was nothing we could do.
Rock looked at the sky, his brows furrowed, and his face had a solemn look. For him, time was running out.
He pretended to be exhausted and staggered many times.
As if he was about to fall down at any moment, he and Ianda shortened the distance without leaving a trace.
Yan Dai secretly rejoiced. Although it was a bit uncomfortable to keep his head sideways to avoid the rock and snow attacks, he also knew that now it was a competition of endurance.
Whoever falls first loses.
He thinks he is strong and will never fall first.
He had already regarded rocks as easy prey, and at this moment he was just in pursuit of a hunt.
They are the best hunters in the Rock Tribe and know that hunting requires patience.
"Hey, little beast, let's see how long you can endure..."
Yan Da gritted his teeth and said fiercely in the wind and snow.
He choked on the headwind and hurriedly turned his head to avoid it, but it was just a person's instinctive reaction.
But he didn't know that Rock had been paying attention to him, always looking for a suitable opportunity.
It was precisely this action of avoiding the wind and snow that made Rock, who had been unable to resist for a long time, feel wild with joy.
A rare opportunity not to be missed.
Wow!
The flying snow flew towards Yanda. He could not open his eyes and turned to avoid it. He paused again.
But at this time, behind the wind and snow came rocks.
A short knife stabbed out in the wind and snow, almost completely engulfing Iwada's body.
"careful!"
Yan San screamed in horror and despair.
"Go to hell, die..."
The rock opened its eyes wide and roared, looking crazy and terrifying.
But his eyes were fixed on Yan San, and his loud roar was just to scare Yan San.
At this time, if Yan San comes over regardless, he will be the one who suffers.
Yan San was obviously frightened. He stood trembling with fear in his eyes.
I didn't even have the slightest idea of coming here to fight.
He even forgot about the bone spear in his hand that could also kill people.
And this is the result that Rock wants, everything is under control.
"Hey hey hey..."
The rock bared its teeth and sneered, pretending to be evil.
The short knife shook off Yan Da's bodyless clothes, pointed at Yan San from a distance, and said nothing, just staring fiercely.
Yan San was hesitant, in a dilemma, and the hand holding the bone spear kept shaking.
My legs are so weak that even taking this step is extremely difficult.
Because he is afraid and is just trying to support himself.
"kill!……"
Rock suddenly shouted, but he did not move.
However, with this sound, Yan San collapsed completely.
He threw away the bone spear, turned around, rolled and crawled away, and disappeared in the snow in the blink of an eye.
Rock sat down slumped. In fact, he had really reached the end of his strength.
If Yan San dares to face it directly, who will be the unlucky one in the end?
He glanced at the short knife in his hand and once again had a new understanding. Such poison was too terrifying.
The key is that it's in your body, and it's time to be tortured.
After sighing, Shi Yan began to get busy. He first found the bone spears of Yan Dai and Yan San and buried them under the snowdrift, and then dug a snow pit with a broken knife.
Then he jumped into the snow pit and sat down on his back with his legs slightly bent, making a strange posture.
After trying it twice, he tore off the clothes on his chest and placed the broken knife against the strange and ferocious sheep head tattoo on his chest.
The dagger in his right hand was buried under the snow, and his left hand rested casually beside him.
Just after he finished doing this, his body slowly bulged, and a new torture began.
The fester began, and within just a few moments, he was already beyond recognition.
The skin was torn and the flesh was bulging with black blood. It kept popping up and popping out. It looked terrifying. If it didn't move, it would be nothing more than a corpse.
The eyes of the rock are moving rapidly, perhaps the only complete part of the body is these eyes.
Perhaps he has become accustomed to such torture and has become immune to the severe pain of ulcers on his body. He actually appreciates the ulcer wounds on his body.
The wind and snow howled, and the rocks closed their eyes to recharge their batteries.
There has always been a guess in my mind that the Yan family father and son will never give up.
They will come soon.
Sure enough, he heard the footsteps coming as the wind and snow roared past, getting closer and closer.
He closed his eyes and remained motionless.
Even the breathing was inaudible in such wind and snow, and it was really as if he were dead.
Click, click, click
With the sound of snow underfoot, Yan Gen walked slowly to the snow pit, followed by Yan San who was still frightened and uneasy, and did not even dare to approach the snow pit.
Even tall and burly tribal warriors like Iwane were holding their scimitars cautiously, and their cautious appearance did not look like that of a battle-hardened veteran.
He slowly walked around the snow pit, his scimitar always pointed at the rocks in the pit.
"died……"
Finally, Iwane stood by the snow pit on top of the rock and said with his back to the wind.
Then he slowly walked around the side of the rock and took a look at Yan San.
Why did he die?
It looks like he was poisoned, which gives you an advantage.
He turned around and scolded Yan San, who was still hiding far away.
"You look cowardly. What's so scary about being completely dead? I really don't know how you got to be so cowardly."
Yan San was dejected, but still did not approach the snow pit. It seemed that the rock had already brought a shadow to his heart, and he was afraid of seeing it.
"snort!"
Yangen was very dissatisfied and snorted from his nostrils.
The scimitar in his hand stretched out and opened the broken knife on the rock's chest. The tip of the knife touched the festering flesh and blood.
"Hiss...what a terrible poison."
The tip of the scimitar was as black as ink in the blink of an eye, and he hurriedly wiped it on the snow for fear of damaging the scimitar.
For him, such a scimitar is a magical weapon, and the entire tribe only has twelve of them, including the broken knife on the rock chest.
Yangen stuck the machete on the edge of the snow pit, squatted down, and went to pick up the broken knife that had fallen to the side of the rock.
Although it was just a broken knife, it still had great appeal to the tribesmen in the wilderness. He was not willing to let the broken knife be buried with the rocks like this.
The reason why he chased the rock thousands of miles away was just to get this broken knife. Moreover, after losing the lives of his two sons, it was even more impossible for him to give up this broken knife.
But the snow pit was a bit deep, and it was impossible to reach the broken knife without going down into the pit. Moreover, the snow pit was small enough, and Yangen's foot stepping out of the snow pit just happened to step between Hajime's spread legs.
Yangen's other foot was still on the edge of the pit, so he bent down to pick up the broken knife.
Suddenly, Rock's unrecognizable face became ferocious, and his eyes suddenly opened.
The short knife hidden under the snow stabbed out without hesitation. At the same time, he stretched out his left hand and grabbed Yan Gen, hanging on Yan Gen with all his strength.
"puff"
The short knife penetrated the whole root, and the rock root also fell on the rock.
"Abba"
Yan San rushed to the edge of the snow pit, only to see the hideous-looking rock brushing away the clothes left behind by the rock roots that had turned into black blood.