The arrows filled the sky like rain and whizzed into the flames and into the crowd of scarletfire flying foxes.
No one had imagined that Sang Zijun would be the one to deal the strongest blows. In the face of such dire beasts, who attacked strongly but defended weakly, Golden Silk Longbow’s shocking speed carried a huge advantage.
She single-handedly shot out consecutive streaks of rain-like golden silk arrows.
The scarletfire flying foxes dropped one after another, sprinkling fresh blood all over the ground like raindrops, as the incessant whines of the scarletfire flying foxes rang across the field.
The scarletfire flying foxes fell into complete disorder.
Ai Hui had already come out from the lake and couldn’t care less about the fact that he was drenched. He yelled, "Bangwan!"
A cold snort was all he heard.