45 Elves

Michael nearly lost control of the untamed energy inside him when he flared up in anger.

However, it was hard for him to believe that he was attacked right after he got rid of his last enemy.

It was not as if enemies were queueing up to fight him…right?

One of the three arrows stuck in the ground had grazed Michael, ripping his clothes. A single glance was enough for Michael to tell that the arrow's tip had scratched his left leg. It cut him faintly.

'Who?'

Michael's head flicked in the direction where the arrows came from. His Eagle Eyes Soultrait was still fully activated, perceiving the faintest movements in his sight.

Thus, it only took a second or two until he found the perpetrators standing on a wide tree branch high up in a tree 100 meters away.

'What the…'