Somewhere in the middle region of the shadow mountain range,
"I have no enmity with you, nor did I provoke you? Why do you guys insist on killing me?!" a weak and angry voice pealed from a running demon.
Two burly demons were in this demon's pursuit with a compelling expressions on their faces as they watch the demon escaping like they were watching a helpless mouse.
One of the violent skin demons shouted back with a malevolent smile on his face, "Did a hunter tell its prey why is it killing it?"
Just as his vicious voice faded, the demon who was running for his life wanted to use some life-saving measure and felt his heart palpitate as he wanted to turn around. But before he could, a green arrow appeared right from the left like a wind breeze and penetrate his skull!
He didn't get to see who shot the arrow and died miserably.
