The young man's face was pale and his heart was beating like a drum. His legs were trembling in fear and he could barely stand.
However, when he thought of the villagers in the village who were still waiting for money and food to save their lives, he could only suppress his fear and speak with difficulty.
"Fight with your lives! We're not afraid of death!"
Because he was so afraid, his voice trembled.
Yu Niaoniao looked at him with a faint smile. "Are you sure none of you are afraid of death? Look back at your companions. They look quite afraid."
The young man turned to look at everyone and saw that they were all retreating. They were clearly frightened by Yu Niaoniao's arrow.
They were all flesh and blood. If they were unlucky enough to be shot by an arrow, they would not survive even if it did not hit their vital points.
