Finally, there was a "boom" of thunder, summoned by Zheng Zetian with a hand gesture, crashing down from the void. It exploded one archer into charred bones and shredded flesh, turning him into a blazing torch on the spot!
Even the seasoned warriors, accustomed to the bloodshed of the battlefield, were stunned by the sudden gruesome spectacle.
Wha-what's going on? The leader died right away? How did the thunder come suddenly? Doesn't he need to chant a spell?
"I've recently been cultivating my character and don't wish to kill indiscriminately. If you don't want to die, leave quickly!"
Zheng Zetian advised casually while retreating backward in a leap.
"Demonic taoist! Meet your death!"
A young archer roared angrily, leaping forward with two arrows drawn and shot swiftly, the arrows wrapped in vigorous energy, as fast as a flying shadow.
