Lu Yan ran around the battlefield where Li Xinghen and the three refined corpses fought, aiming his arrow at Li Xinghen, looking for an opportunity to strike.
Li Xinghen was locked onto by Lu Yan, feeling uneasy, and in his distraction, he was clawed in the chest by one of the refined corpses. Although he managed to dodge in time, a few bloodstains still appeared.
At that moment, Lu Yan took his shot.
An arrow headed for Li Xinghen.
It was too fast. Just a sound of the bowstring vibrating, and the arrow had traveled hundreds of meters to close in on Li Xinghen.
Li Xinghen's body hair stood on end, he mustered all his strength and swung his knife forcefully.
Clang!
The melodious and intense sound resonated across the field.
