From within his Iron Armor, Grey Feather stared into the man's emotionless eyes. His anger and pride vanished as if doused by a bucket of cold water.
Encased in cold Iron Armor, he was drenched in sweat, feeling nothing but profound terror.
He couldn't defeat this man, who seemed intent on wiping out the entire Crow Tribe!
"Grey Feather, sir, run! Run! Get back inside!" Scar shouted from the side, already scrambling to escape deeper into the Crow Tribe's camp.
A few of Grey Feather's most loyal men immediately grabbed him and began dragging him toward the center of the camp.
Some Crow Hunters tried to escape through the breach behind Shen Feng, but the moment they ran out, they were pierced by bullets from an unknown location.
The metal cabinets revealed their true forms, their gaping, bloody maws opening wide to swallow anyone who couldn't escape in time, grinding them into pulp on the spot!
