Outside the Tian Yuan Forest.
Qian Feng sat smugly on a treetop, his gaze fixed on the depths of the forest.
Upon hearing the colossal, destructive sounds from within, his expression grew even more smug.
"Hmph!"
With a cold snort, Qian Feng couldn't help but laugh.
"Chen Han, don't blame me... You brought all this on yourself. How dare you compete with me for the Half-Elves? Heheh... I'm just going to watch and see exactly how you die at their hands."
Glancing at the sky, Qian Feng laughed again. "The sun will set in three hours. Just you wait. When the time comes, I'll go collect your corpses! Heheh... I hope you don't die too miserably."
...
SWISH! SWISH!
The Half-Elves' Archery was truly terrifying.
It was hard to imagine that their slender bodies could shoot arrows with such immense power and speed.
Barbaric Bull was completely overwhelmed.
