Rain of Bullets

Under the dense rain of bullets, Yue Qing, Long Feng, Ma Huijia swiftly retreated to behind a tree, and dodged the attack from Yue Zhong.

"Damn bastards!! So hard to deal with!" Yue Zhong felt a coppery sweetness arise in his throat, as he spat out a mouthful of fresh blood. The arrow from Da Yang earlier had been truly powerful, and exceeded Yue Zhong's expectations, injuring him.

In fact, if it wasn't for the Type 2 Mutant Black Scaled Boar's hide, Yue Zhong might have been pierced and nailed to the ground.

Yue Zhong had not the time to take a breath when a flurry of strange arrows shot towards him from different directions, forcing him to evade with his maximum speed, without any time to catch his breath.

Each time Yue Zhong looked towards the direction where the arrows were shot from, all he could see were green leaves, long wild grass, and he had no way of discerning the bodies of the 4 Forest Rangers.