Brenner Ridge incredulously touched his forehead.
The Undead Tribe has no blood; on the day they became members of the Undead Tribe, their blood turned white and completely integrated into various body tissues.
The dart pierced through his head, leaving a pitch-black hole in his forehead.
The songstresses were stunned.
It was their first time seeing someone get hit in the head by a concealed weapon box and still not die.
"Haha! I thought you had some ability! Our Master Ridge has long achieved immortality. Neither weapons nor poison can harm him!"
"That's right, surrender now! You truly disappoint us! Dying at the hands of our Dragon Elephant Mountain's Master Ridge is an honor for you..."
Whoosh!
The concealed weapon box sounded once more.
A dart pierced through the forehead of the man speaking.
Cutting him off mid-sentence.
Thud!
The man fell straight to the ground.
His body quickly withered.
And Brenner Ridge turned into a mummified corpse.
