It only took a few short breaths of time.
The coerced Zhuoer Elf Warriors had already been dealt with by the ruthless Serra.
The remaining ten-plus Zhuoer Elf Warriors suddenly changed their expressions and scattered, running in different directions toward the tunnel exits.
They were more agile than the ordinary warriors, avoiding the arrows that flew toward them by hiding behind the hanging stone pillars.
Serra, sensing the gaze from the darkness, stood quietly just beyond the range of the bright light, her pupils reflecting sharp brightness.
An arrow flew in!
Silently, extremely fast!
Serra already knew who the comer was.
If it had been before, even if Serra had been prepared, she would have had difficulty avoiding this swift and fast arrow.
The spinning arrow, from Serra's perspective now, seemed to have become much "slower."
With a twist of her wrist, the shimmering curved blade had already dodged the incoming arrow.
