Soon, Fengyun's hand was taken out of the bag, and there were two more things in his hand, which were two bamboos, one thicker and one thinner.

They were the cartilage needles that Fengyun gave him when he was separated from the witch.

He decided to use them against the warriors of the Crow tribe who were still sleeping.

He pinned the knife to his belt, then opened the bamboo tube containing the cartilage needles and took the cartilage needles, but instead of putting them into the needles, he took them and walked towards the enemy.

He stopped when his foot was about to touch their heads, and then began to bend down, bringing them closer together.

Suddenly, the breath of one of the Crow Tribe warriors closest to Fengyun changed, and his eyelids began to move, as if sensing danger coming.

Fengyun's expression remained unchanged, and his arm reached out at an extremely fast speed, and the cartilage needle he pinched between his fingers pierced deep into the neck of the Black Crow Tribe warrior.

At this time, he also happened to open his eyes and saw the face of Fengyun looking down on him, and he was immediately shocked, and he was about to scream when he opened his mouth, but the medicinal effect of the cartilage needle was too domineering.

He couldn't make a normal sound, just hissing from his throat, as if he was leaking, and it was very quiet.

Even so, it alarmed the other enemies, especially those who were closer to the Crow Warrior, and its eyeballs moved under its eyelids.

Fengyun understood that this was a sign that they were about to wake up.

He didn't panic at all, he just let his hand move quickly, because it was too fast. At first glance. He seemed to have several extra arms all at once. They were remnants of his arm's speed reaching a certain level.

Of the eleven warriors in the tent, six were hit by cartilage needles in their sleep, and the remaining five eventually opened their eyes, but their fate did not change in any way.

Under the effect of the domineering effect of the cartilage needle, they can't do anything except stare at the wind and clouds with their eyes.

Fengyun glanced at them faintly, reached out his hand, and put his finger on their left chest. That is, the location of the heart is clicked separately.

The enemies who were hit would twitch for a moment, and then they would not move, and at the same time, their aura began to weaken, and soon disappeared completely, and they all died.

Fengyun poured dark energy into their fingertips as he poked his fingers on their chests, invading them through contact with their bodies. Destruction was carried out on their hearts.

This destruction of his was skillful and did not completely destroy the heart. Only a small part of it was destroyed, rendering it infunctional, resulting in the death of the enemy.

He did this because he didn't want to see blood coming out of their mouths and noses.

The smell of blood is still relatively strong, and it is possible to waft out of the tent and be smelled by other enemies, and the sense of smell of the totem warrior is far from being comparable to that of ordinary people.

This is the fundamental reason why he did not take the method of cutting their throats directly with a knife to end them.

He would use cartilage needles to dissolve their mobility, fearing that something might happen if he killed them by destroying their hearts.

He hadn't tried to kill people in this way before and couldn't confirm how they would react.

Now that he had killed eleven people at once, he had an understanding of this way of killing, and even if he no longer used cartilage needles, he was more sure.

The probe pulled the cartilage needles from the dead foe's neck, wiped the blood from them, and put them back into the syringe.

Walking to the door, he opened the tent door, and looked out, Fengyun walked out and walked towards a tent not far ahead.

This time he walked straight to the door of the tent.

Skillfully pulling an arrow from his quiver, he lifted a crack in the tent door with the utmost gentleness, and looked in.

However, when he saw the situation inside, there was a hint of surprise in his eyes.

This tent was not much different from the one he had just entered, and the hides covered inside were all sleeping warriors of the Crow Tribe, and even the number was the same, all eleven, and to his surprise, he found no trace of the hive.

Not only did there be no hanging hive, but he didn't even see an alarm device, so he could have opened the tent door and walked in.

"Could it be that the tent has a nest because it's on the outermost part of the camp?

Fengyun made his own conjecture, but it quickly fell to him.

The purpose of his infiltration of the enemy is to kill as many enemies as possible, and without such a dangerous existence as the hive, wouldn't it be in his hands, thinking about what to do so much.

He opened the door of the tent a little, dodged into the tent, and with the arrow in his hand stretched out behind him, he held the door of the tent that had fallen, put it away, and walked towards the sleeping enemy.

He poked out his middle finger and gestured to their hearts, but he stopped and pulled the cartilage needle out again.

It's better to be careful.

He was certain that the dark energy he had poured into his fingertips could kill them, but he couldn't be 100% sure that they wouldn't make a move between the middle finger and death.

The use of cartilage needles minimizes the chance of accidents.

Besides, although the medicinal effect of cartilage needles is domineering, he doesn't value it very much.

It is very slender and fires through a needle, which means that its attack range is relatively limited, which is why the warriors of the Hundred Grass Tribe did not use it when fighting with the Raven King's men.

Fengyun easily stabbed the cartilage needle into the neck of the Crow Tribe warrior, and it went very smoothly.

They were much worse than the first Crow warriors he had killed.

None of the latter were able to escape under him, but some of them at least saw him before they died, and knew at whose hands they had died.

He had all stabbed them in the neck with a needle, and none of them had come back to life. They all made fools in their sleep.

Fengyun glanced at the enemy, who had no signs of life. Out of the tent. Walked over to the next tent.

In the following time, Fengyun began to enter the tents without stopping, and all the tents he patronized, the sleeping Crow Tribe warriors inside were all turned into corpses.

As the years went on, the time he spent in the tent became shorter, which meant that he had become more and more skilled at killing.

In just half an hour, there were already more than ten tents patronized by Fengyun, and the warriors of the Crow tribe killed by him also exceeded a hundred.

If the Raven King had known that his people had been killed by Fengyun one by one. I'm afraid I'll be so angry that I'll vomit blood.

Fengyun is not in the habit of thinking about the enemy, so his killing continues.

His choice of tents is also interesting, not starting at the very edge and going all the way to the center of the camp, but circling around it.

At first glance, he looks a little like he is peeling an onion.

But if he does do do approach and end up near the center of the camp, a terrifying reality emerges.

Except for the people in the tent in the center of the camp, the entire camp will be completely killed, and all the people inside will be killed by him.

Of course, those who are still patrolling don't count. They had been wandering outside the camp and had never made any rounds around the camp.

About an hour passed. Fengyun finally stood in front of the tent in the center of the camp.

This tent is taller than all the other tents, and the level of the brute beast skin sewing it is also the highest, according to Fengyun's judgment, they should be at least high-level brute beasts, and they should all be powerful characters among high-level brute beasts.

Although their skins had been sewn into tents, Fengyun still felt the violent aura from them.

A brute beast that can still leave a breath after death and will not be an ordinary commodity for a long time.

At the same time, it also made Fengyun more and more curious about the people in the tent.

"Who is the man living in such a tent? Could it be one of the Raven King's sons?"

Looking at the tent door, Fengyun's eyes began to light up slightly.

He sincerely hoped that there would be a heavyweight living in the tent, so that he would kill him and the Raven King would feel heartache.

But he didn't dare to get his hopes up.

In the process of slaughtering those enemies sleeping in the tents on the periphery, although he also encountered some dangers, he dealt with them without danger, which also shows that their strength is not strong.

And that's exactly what happened.

According to his judgment of their aura, there was only one high-level totem warrior among them, and he belonged to the relatively low strength, otherwise he would have been able to kill them all, and it would not have taken such a short time.

Those who were killed should have been under the command of the people who lived in the tent in the center, if nothing else, so their strength would also reflect his status to a certain extent.

They are so weak, Fengyun really doesn't dare to put too high expectations on their status, but since he has come, then he is destined not to give up halfway.

Taking a deep breath, he poked the arrow in his hand towards the tent door, but as soon as he opened it a thin slit less than two fingers wide, his brow furrowed.

With his hand, Fengyun learned that something was tied to the tent door, which reminded him of the spherical hive.

Although he had not seen the second one in many tents after that, it had appeared in this camp after all, and it was hard to guarantee that there would not be one in this tent.

Steady the arrow holding the tent door to prevent it from shaking, and then listened intently, and after making sure that everything was normal in the tent, Fengyun quietly approached the gap that he had picked open, and looked inside.

With his excellent eyesight, he was able to see clearly inside the tent in a very short time.

His hunch came true, and the spherical hive appeared again, and it was not one, there were as many as five in the tent.

However, his gaze did not linger on them for long, but fell on the man lying on a white animal skin.

He was facing the mouth of the tent, and he could just make out his appearance.

He looked at the man's face, and a strange smile slowly appeared on the corner of his mouth. (To be continued.) )