Chapter 767 The Ancient Spirit Clan

• The middle-aged man glared fiercely at the three burly men dressed in animal hides. The trio's faces were filled with rage, blood dripping from the corners of their mouths. Each of them had one or two bleeding wounds. Their faces were pale and clearly injured.
• Behind the middle-aged man stood three disciples from the Skyhammer Sect. Their swords were stained with blood—it was obvious they had stabbed those men themselves. Grinning with pride, they watched as their victims struggled to stay standing.
• "Humans from the outside are no better than the Bruthal," growled the one-eyed warrior. "Maybe worse—more deceitful and cruel!" He took out a few spiritual herbs still glowing faintly with energy. They must have just gathered them.