Du Yue followed closely behind. She aimed and pulled the trigger in one go. After the last shooting practice, Du Yue had not touched a gun for a while. In the beginning, she was a little rusty, and she missed a few shots. However, Du Yue was not affected by these mistakes at all.
On the fourth shot, Du Yue hit a wolf in the back. The power of the shot was so great that the wolf immediately tilted and fell into the snow. It was motionless.
He Xing was a much more accurate marksman than Du Yue. Every shot he took was a headshot, and not a single bullet was wasted. Even though Du Yue had seen He Xing shoot before, she could not help but widen her eyes at the sight.
Usually, He Xing was always smiling and talking, but at critical moments, his eyes would be filled with bone-piercing killing intent, and the aura around him would become cold and fierce. At this moment, he was just like the silver spear in his hand, dazzling and invincible.
