WHOOOOM— The mournful call of a curved horn roused the entire Crow Tribe army.

Squad after squad of Crow Hunters, clad in black with heavy, dark circles painted around their eyes, rushed toward the camp’s wooden palisade wall.

"Hold the line! Use the Crossbow Mechanisms! We can’t let them get in!"

Grey Feather shouted from within the Crow Tribe’s camp.

Swarms of Crow Hunters rushed to the wall of stone and wood, drew their Longbows, and fired into the wilds.

The few Crossbow Mechanisms mounted on the wall swiveled rapidly, loosing thick Crossbow Arrows into the wilderness.

In the wilderness, a figure cloaked in a black robe and wearing a mask walked slowly forward, silhouetted by the rising sun.

Beside him were several huge, square metal boxes of unknown purpose.

A javelin’s maximum range was forty to fifty meters, a Hunting Bow’s was between one hundred fifty and two hundred meters, and the Crow Tribe’s Crossbow Mechanisms could reach over three hundred meters.

The man had just crossed the two-hundred-meter mark. He didn’t dodge or flinch, letting the Arrows and Crossbow Arrows rain down on him as he advanced at a steady pace, as if he were not a human but an eternal stone statue.

The Crossbow Arrows fell like rain, deflecting off him to the ground. Some struck the metal boxes with sharp, muffled thuds.

In his wake, he left a path paved with fallen arrows.

BANG! A resonant boom echoed out, striking everyone’s heart like a heavy hammer.

At the same time, a Crow Hunter’s head exploded like a watermelon hit with a sledgehammer, and his body crashed to the ground.

This had happened more than a dozen times. Each time the boom echoed, another elite Crow Hunter fell.

Some had their heads blown apart, others had massive holes punched through their bodies, and some were even torn in two!

The Crow Hunters behind the wall ducked their heads, scanning the surrounding wilderness, but they couldn’t see any sign of the shooter.

"Witchcraft... This has to be Witchcraft..." a Crow Hunter murmured, watching the figure draw ever closer.

From the moment he appeared, the man had done nothing but walk forward, yet the Crow Hunters were dying one by one!

"No... This isn’t Witchcraft. It’s a damned gun!" Grey Feather said through gritted teeth, his eyes wide as he stared at the approaching figure.

"Mr. Grey Feather, so what if he has a gun? The legendary Holy Spear isn’t all it’s cracked up to be. Even the great Saint Spear Mayor was captured by your people and turned into a Seed Source. Use fire!"

Scar said from the side, his eyes narrowed.

After betraying the mayor, he had gained many benefits but could no longer show his face in Nameless Town, so he had joined the Crow Tribe.

"Prepare the Burning Bottles!" Grey Feather ordered, his face grim.

He had yet to meet an enemy who didn’t fear fire. With enough heat, even stone could be turned to ash!

’But who is this person who just appeared out of nowhere?’

’Why does he harbor such deep animosity toward the Crow Tribe?’

Several Crow Hunters immediately took out precious glass bottles salvaged from the ruins, filled them with gasoline, stuffed in cloth wicks, and lit the ends, preparing to launch them with the Crossbow Mechanisms.

BANG! Another shot rang out. A Burning Bottle exploded, erupting in a massive fireball that engulfed the nearby Crow Hunters and the gasoline they were carrying!

The raging flames and the hunters’ screams set the simple wooden palisade ablaze, shaking the morale of the other Crow Hunters.

The black-robed man and his metal boxes had already closed to within fifty meters!

Grey Feather drew two Javelins, instantly piercing the hearts of two of the burning men to silence their screams. He glared at the black-robed figure and commanded grimly:

"Ready Javelins! He doesn’t have the Holy Spear on him; it must be somewhere else! Capture this man, and this all ends!"

He then turned to his lieutenants and ordered:

"Send a patrol out immediately! Retrace this man’s path and find his accomplice! Take iron plates to cover your chests!"

Grey Feather’s commands steadied the thousand-some Crow Hunters, who immediately regained their resolve.

They had captured the so-called Saint Spear Mayor before; the legendary Holy Spear wasn’t invincible!

Scar watched the approaching figure, his expression grim.

"Mr. Grey Feather, there’s something familiar about him... We have to be careful... I think we should fall back..."

Grey Feather snorted.

"It’s just the Holy Spear. I figured out how to counter it long ago... Iron Armor!"

As he spoke, several Crow Hunters brought out a suit of Fish Scale Armor made of interlocking iron plates, along with a Steel Battle Helmet, and helped Grey Feather don the gear.

In moments, he was completely encased in Iron Armor, a veritable man of iron with only small gaps visible at his joints and eyes.

Beside Grey Feather stood ten of his trusted men, also clad in fine Iron Armor and holding Javelins, ready to follow his lead.

This was his most elite squad: the Iron Armor Guard!

"Not even the Holy Spear can pierce steel!" Grey Feather said grimly. He took a Javelin, walked to the wall, and stared at the black-robed man before shouting, "Loose!"

The moment he gave the command, a volley of sharp steel Javelins traced graceful arcs through the air, descending upon the black-robed man.

CLANG! CLANG! CLANG! The Javelins struck the man’s body but failed to pierce it, making a sound like metal hitting stone before clattering to the ground.

The Javelins, however, tore away his black robe and mask, revealing the man’s true face.

Grey Feather and Scar stared, their eyes wide with recognition.

It was the outsider!

Slung across his body was a long Holy Spear, and a belt of ammunition was wrapped around his waist!

Shen Feng ripped away the tattered mask and grinned.

"Haha, so much for hiding. But I’m just about in range now."

The words had barely left his lips when his expression hardened. He raised the Shotgun and pulled the trigger!

BOOM! A huge hole was blasted in the palisade wall. A Crow Hunter standing behind it screamed as he was blown away!

"Fire Attack!" Grey Feather roared from within his Iron Armor, simultaneously lowering his Iron Mask.

Shen Feng fired again, his face a blank mask. The newly lit Burning Bottles instantly exploded in their owners’ hands, turning several Crow Hunters into human torches!

These crude Burning Bottles, made of gasoline and cloth, were incredibly unstable. In the face of the Shotgun’s blast, they were nothing more than walking bombs!

"AHHH—" The burning men ran and rolled on the ground, but they couldn’t extinguish the gasoline doused all over them. They even set more of the palisade on fire.

The gruesome sight struck fear into the hearts of the nearby Crow Hunters. For a moment, none dared to prepare another Burning Bottle.

BOOM! Expressionless, Shen Feng pulled the trigger again, this time completely blasting apart the burning section of the palisade and creating an opening.

"The Crow is eternal! Iron Armor Team, kill!" Grey Feather roared. The ten Iron Armor People beside him immediately charged through the gap, rushing toward Shen Feng some ten-odd meters away.

They charged with Javelins and Long Sabers in hand, their hearts swelling with pride.

The entire Crow Tribe possessed only these few suits of Iron Armor, and they were the ones wearing them. That was a source of immense pride.

Even if this man had the Holy Spear, he couldn’t harm them!

Just then, they saw the man expressionlessly pull the trigger again.

The Iron Armor People sneered inwardly, but a sudden, sharp pain shot through their eyes, and their world went dark!

The iron pellets from the Shotgun blast had obliterated their eyes, some even penetrating their brains. They collapsed to the ground.

In a matter of seconds, only three of the Crow Tribe’s pride and joy—the Iron Armor People—remained!

’Witchcraft! This has to be Witchcraft!’

The three remaining Iron Armor People simply couldn’t understand how their opponent could still harm them when they were wearing Iron Armor.

From within the walls, Grey Feather watched it all unfold, scarcely able to believe his eyes.

’How can this be?’

’His supposedly foolproof strategy... was completely useless!?’

At that moment, the five large metal boxes reached Shen Feng’s position. He pounded his chest, and a mighty, lion-like roar echoed out!

From behind the metal boxes, Barbarians who had been hiding inside screamed as they charged out, surged across the broken palisade, and poured into the Crow Tribe’s camp!

"Those are... Barbarians!?" A chill ran down the spines of both Grey Feather and Scar.

Terrified screams erupted from within the Crow Tribe’s camp.

These Barbarians were more ferocious than the most terrifying beasts. In the blink of an eye, the Crow Hunters, who had considered themselves the predators, became the prey.

The five powerful farm robots activated at once, smashing into the Crow Tribe’s wooden palisade and instantly creating a twenty-to-thirty-meter-long breach.

Shen Feng nodded and stepped through the breach. Shotgun in hand and still expressionless, he began walking unhurriedly toward the heart of the Crow Tribe’s camp.

"Run," Shen Feng said to the distant, armored Grey Feather. "Then I’ll kill you."