Whoosh!
An arrow swiftly shot through the air, instantly covering a distance of over a hundred paces, piercing through the head of a black-patterned snake.
It pinned the snake alive against a large tree, the arrowhead sank nearly a foot into the trunk!
However, the snake didn't die immediately, its long body coiled around the arrow shaft, attempting to pull out the lethal arrow.
Its tail slapped against the rough and cracked bark, creating a crackling sound.
After a moment, the snake stopped struggling, its body limply hanging down.
Exposing its silvery white belly.
"Good archery!"
Zhang Feihu praised, then strode forward, reaching out to retrieve both the iron arrow and the snake's corpse.
He said happily, "This Black-scaled Snake is at least fifty years old, its gallbladder can be worth two points of Daoist Merit!"
As he spoke, Zhang Feihu handed the snake's corpse to Mu Feifei beside him.
