Liang Qu flicked his Fubo spear back into the ground with a backhanded motion, picked up the great bow that had fallen to the floor, and drew the bow once more.
The bow stretched to a full moon.
The string rang out through the air.
The quiver of arrows distributed by the Fishing Tax Office quickly depleted, among them twelve Black Arrows rarely used.
He would only use one of the twelve excellent arrows left behind by Liu Jie when there was an ideal opportunity to deal with Beacon Fire Martial Masters to relieve the pressure on Xiang Fangsu and others at the forefront.
However, it was not only the Fishing Tax Office and the Department of Demon Hunting that had skilled archers; frequently, arrows would shoot over from the opposite side.
Golden Eyes gave Liang Qu unparalleled night vision and insight, but they also made him a living target in the darkness.
The firelight flickered, the shadows blurred; was there a better target than Liang Qu with his shining Golden Eyes?
