Crack!
Wood shavings burst apart, and arrow feathers quivered rapidly.
The Spirit Sparrow burst out of the falling leaves, flapping its wings to flee.
Within the vast expanse of Red Mountain Ridge, the disciples of various families fully displayed their divine skills.
Galloping on horses, they shot arrows through the willows.
The prey, just starting to flee, left traces everywhere, sometimes even panicking and darting past people.
Indeed, a great opportunity.
A few hours later, when the spiritual animals calmed their emotions and learned to hide and evade, they would not be as easy to capture as they were now, which was why it was necessary to seize the early advantage!
"What a clever Spirit Deer!"
A large hand grabbed the Spirit Deer by the neck, snapped its fingers to knock it out, and tied it up with specially made ropes, hanging it aside.
On both sides of the steed.
One bird and two deer were hanging upside down, swaying and bumping into each other.
