The bowstring was looped around his fingertip, and the tension coursed not only through the bow but also across Chen Zhou's nerves.
He could smell it; the bloody scent on the black-robed man was drawing ever closer, as if tracking him, lurking either to his sides or overhead.
As he moved closely along the jade-like tree trunk, he suddenly heard a heavy thud.
In the instant Chen Zhou turned his head, a dark shadow immediately descended from the sky, akin to a fierce bird swooping down on its prey.
"Watch out!"
Before Paul could utter the words, the black-robed man leaped down from the tree, gripping his long saber with both hands, swinging down with the force to split a mountain.
Had an ordinary person faced such a sudden attack, they wouldn't have been able to react at all.
But Chen Zhou was no ordinary person.
In that critical moment, he raised his longbow, using the bow arm to firmly withstand the blow from the black-robed man, while simultaneously retreating backward.
