Without Jiang Yiyi, the super radar, by his side, he could not detect enemies in advance, but he was very sensitive to malice.
Arrows were like powerful bombs, each one terrifyingly accurate, hitting targets precisely and causing tremendous destruction.
The atmosphere of slaughter filled the air, suffocating everyone.
Under the flurry of Yang Yuan's arrows, those lurking evildoers stood no chance, shot into pieces, blood and flesh blossoming like hellish fireworks.
The scene was terrifying beyond compare, the carnage oozing dread.
In Yang Yuan's eyes, there was a glint of coldness; he felt no mercy for these ill-intentioned intruders.
Among these people, many had been present since the first day.
Yet they had never made a move, probably waiting for him to gather enough Spirit Monster Cores before attacking.
Predictably, by the third day, some could no longer restrain themselves.
They were the ones who struck first, launching an assault on him.
