At high altitudes with powerful gusts of wind, the skill of an archer would truly be tested. This aboriginal was a great archer.
However, before he could fire again, Little Silver already charged forward with Sun Mo on it, brushing past the aboriginal with lightning speed.
Woosh~
Sun Mo didn't slash out with his sword. He simply held the sword toward the side and brush against the aboriginal's neck.
Swish~ Swish~
Arrows blasted down from above.
Little Silver then flew far away. At this moment, the aboriginal's head twisted to the side and fell off. Fresh blood then spurted out like a fountain.
"I feel like a knight during medieval times, fighting my opponents while riding on a war horse!"
Sun Mo self-mockingly spoke.
It was an attempt to alleviate his emotions. After all, something like killing wasn't exactly comfortable.
