Aimulli, a hare clan warrior who was beaten by Hans, fell into the snow and kept gasping for breath.

"Damn humans, don't be arrogant!" Aimulli was angry and annoyed, regretting his underestimation of the enemy.

"Bison Clan's mana Bastulu will come over soon, and his brute force will tear you all into pieces!"

"I advise you... wuwu... wuwu", a long stocking that was rolled into Aimully's mouth was stuffed, causing the guy to temporarily stop making noise.

"Oh?" Yang Jian looked at Aimulli with bright eyes, "In this way, you still have accomplices, so we don't have to move forward. We are here to wait for him to come!"

Sure enough, after a cup of tea, a burly man rushed over.

I saw that he had a rough appearance and a pair of symbols of the bison tribe on his hat - a pair of long sharp horns of snow-mounted yaks. The courageous spirit that he inadvertently exuded was enough to make people feel scared.

When Basturu saw that Aimulli of the Hare Tribe fell to the ground and kept silenced, he was shocked.

"Emuli, tell me who hurt you like this?!"

Bastulu was also very clear about Aimulli's strength. His combat power was not much worse than that of himself. At least there were only a few people in the Toulous tribe who could easily defeat him.

Aimully could no longer speak because the stockings were stuffed into his mouth. He could only tremble, stretched out his arms, pointed at Yang Jian and his group, and then lowered weakly and placed them flat on the ground.

"Ha", Bastulu couldn't help but take a breath. He turned his face to Yang Jian and his group and began to look at his opponent seriously.

"It seems that the information before was wrong," Basturu looked at Sissi and Belis, "They are not just old, weak, women and children, but a group of warriors with outstanding strength."

"Hmph, so that's it." Manniu Bastulu wiped his nose, twisted his neck casually, stretching his muscles and bones.

"For me, who is strong when the opponent meets a strong opponent, it means that such a powerful enemy will only arouse my fighting spirit!" Basturu roared.

As soon as he finished speaking, he began to take off his coat and vest, which meant that he was determined to use 100% strength to fight his opponent desperately.

"You should be deeply honored to be able to die under the iron hooves of my manta Bastulu!" Bastulu slapped his chest with both fists and cheered for himself.

"For the glory of the Toulouse clan!" Bastulu took a deep breath, used all his strength, and rushed forward fiercely towards Yang Jian and his group.

He was getting faster and faster, like a large cannonball leaving the cannon chamber, pushing towards Yang Jian and others.

At this speed, anyone who dares to collide with Manniu will be hit hard in the sky and will immediately die.

Some scholars even pointed out that the power of the Bison Warriors with all their strength is equivalent to the random blow of the mechanical Minotaur in Bill Mark's test field.

The whistling cold wind was still raging, but it could not stop the will and determination of the Bison Warriors to win. You see his eyes like a knife, his neck was as thick as an old tree, and his fighting spirit was like a blade of light, and his throat was sealed with blood.

Yang Jian and others stood there at a loss. They seemed to be frightened by the epic feat of Man Niu and did not even have time to react.
Chapter completed!