Before the words were finished, Nedved's first feather arrow had already hit the throat of an Obsidian Destroyer.
The sharp Jing Gold arrowhead effortlessly severed the fragile vertebrae, splattering a cascade of blood as the violently swinging arrow tail dispatched this fragile life.
In fact, there was no need for the boss to remind them. The skilled marksmen of the Summer Palace had already sensed something was amiss.
Their superb "sixth sense prediction" gave them keen and accurate perception of hidden threats and potential danger!
One could use the briefest unit of time to describe the ensuing wave of densely packed arrows.
It was as if a small sun suddenly rose on the horizon, countless rays of golden light swiftly spreading in all directions, converging on the eight Obsidian Destroyers carrying the roulette with a naked woman.
