"Awooo!!"
Newman, though not clunky, couldn't entirely avoid it and ended up taking an arrow in the shoulder.
He threw back his head and let out an angry howl, clutching his wound and staggering back two steps.
Where the red crossbow arrow had dissipated, flesh was vanishing into thin air, torn by an invisible maw.
"A visitor from the Spirit World?!"
Newman let out a hoarse growl.
With a wave of his hand, he seemed to grab at his shoulder as if he had caught something. Then Newman and some unseen thing began to fight, scattering rocks and creating a resounding boom on the spot.
The bystanders couldn't see what he had grabbed; it looked as though he was merely outwitting the air.
Although Chen Lun couldn't see it either, he knew clearly in his mind.
It was some kind of creature from the Spirit World, just like the description of the "Tongue of Gluttony," where the crossbow arrow was merely a marker, merely bait to lure the visitor from the Spirit World to bite the target.
