"Humph!"
Facing the furious Wang Qian, Ling Feng only shrugged slightly, summoning back the three Bloodthirsty Soul Chasing Arrows while simultaneously placing them on the Yi Divine Bow, the arrowheads directly aimed at Wang Qian.
Suddenly, Wang Qian shuddered.
Even the shield formed by the Ten-thousand-year-old Xuan Turtle Mask could not withstand the power of these arrows. How could his flesh and blood possibly resist?
"Gulp!"
Wang Qian swallowed hard, but he had no intention of giving up.
No matter how powerful the arrows, they are useless if they can't hit.
After all, as a Wind Element Practitioner, speed is his forte.
"Do you want to continue fighting? Three arrows at once!"
Ling Feng grinned, pulling the bowstring taut, and the three Bloodthirsty Soul Chasing Arrows shot out simultaneously.
"Damn!"
Wang Qian's eyelids fluttered wildly, and he quickly fled frantically.
However, in the next moment, Ling Feng's figure flashed, already blocking his escape route.
