"Whoosh whoosh whoosh whoosh --"
A rain of arrows shot out, followed by a torrential downpour that appeared in the ancient passage.
The scarlet eyes were extinguished one by one, and the wails became more and more intense. Even though the growls became more and more powerful, and the distance between them and Kant and the others was getting closer and closer, the decline of defeat was becoming more and more obvious.
Even the mage apprentices did not choose to cast their precious spells.
The battle was over.
Thirty meters away, the last demonized lion fell to the ground.
Two cone arrows were shot through its eye sockets, and a steel crossbow arrow pierced through its glabella.
This wave of attacks from the ancient passage ended once again.
No matter how the demonized creatures came in groups and rushed over like crazy, they still fell under the pouring rain of arrows, dejectedly throwing their lives on the straight Stone Road.