Just a few strikes from this martial artist instantly killed the group of bandits.
However, as the young league member finished executing the bandits, those who were still in the village heard the pained screams and immediately rushed out.
For these men of death, loyalty was of the utmost importance. Seeing that their comrades had been killed, they immediately rushed out and surrounded the young league member.
"Kid, who are you? You got some guts to meddle in the affairs of the Blood Wolf Gang."
A shadow appeared on the roof of the hut. He was clad in blood red clothes with a blood-colored pair of wings on his back that were at least thirty feet long. With a flash, the air started to twist as a tornado spiraled up.