Three powerful gusts of wind whizzed past Motan and reached their intended targets in a flash, at a speed that was hard to capture with the naked eye. These unfortunate targets were the bottoms of the three orc warriors who had just turned around to assist their comrade against Nade.
The heart-wrenching screams gave evidence of how ruthlessly Yinnar acted, especially with no interference. This round of attack fully displayed her strength, speed and accuracy at the peak level since the start of the battle.
"Swift bow draws feather light, breaking the sky with its might." Motan's mentality, which was on the verge of collapsing, was now completely recovered. He even joked, saying, "Blood stains the daisies red."
Yinnar blinked at him in confusion, "What did you say?"
Double Leaf, standing nearby, couldn't help but laugh, then frowned, muttering, "Why do I feel like I've heard this silly poem somewhere before..."
