Zou Qiang and the remaining 13 guards stared at the headless corpse next to them with eyes filled with shock and disbelief, while a look of extreme fear had appeared on Ying Gui's face at the same time.
If even Zou Qiang himself could barely resist the attack of a single arrow, and if his own guard who was at the peak of rank 2 in the Nascent Soul couldn't even guard against it before dying in one shot, what kind of terrifying enemy were they facing?
Shun Long's gaze was also focused at the origin of the arrow while a serious look had also appeared on his face.
'Luckily', Ying Gui didn't have to wait for a long time to get an answer for the question in his mind, as 2 middle-aged men dressed in long black robes slowly appeared as they stood next to each other.
One of the men held a long black bow in his hands while a quiver filled with metal arrows was strapped on his back, while the other man was holding a crimson sword.
