Whoosh!
The black arrow streaked across the sky like lightning, aiming straight at the sparrow's body.
What was surprising was that for some unknown reason, the arrow brushed past the sparrow's feathers and flew out, but it did not hit the sparrow.
However, the sparrow still fell from the sky in a daze, as if it was affected by something.
"It actually didn't hit, but the arrow contains Evil Energy. A small sparrow can't block it at all. Old Eight, go and see how the sparrow's corpse is doing. Is it a real sparrow?"
A muscular man with triangular eyes who looked like a fierce tiger said.
"Yes, captain."
The fatty who was called Old Eight suddenly rushed out and soon disappeared into the distance.
Not long after, Old Eight rushed over with a dead sparrow in his hand.
"Old Eight, how is it? Is it a real sparrow?" the muscular triangular-eyed captain asked.
