"Charles!" Eric Jiang and the others spotted him and were instantly overjoyed. "Is everyone here? Is everyone alright?"
Charles Yin nodded at Eric Jiang. "Cici and Molly are both here. They're a bit weak right now, but they're safe. Jiro, your weapon works wonders."
Jiro Hirayama grinned, looking extremely proud.
Of course, the formula he created was the best!
The High Priest saw his tribesmen killed and his eyes narrowed sharply. "You!"
When the others saw Charles Yin kill with just a single jab, their own people collapsed and died, they immediately saw him as a deity. One by one, they knelt down, chanting incomprehensible words.
But their pleas for mercy were crystal clear.
To these natives, Charles and his group were nothing short of gods.
Strange clothes, weapons that seemed miraculous, and every move was deadly...
To a tribe untouched by civilization, wasn't this all just a miracle?