Parker pulled the trigger, and the bowstring swept through the air like the wind, the recoil slamming him backward. Fang Hong stabilized the little guy from behind and looked up to see the arrow turning into a black dot in the distance, hitting the Rock Shark's broad underbelly.
Everyone's eyes widened in curiosity, including Parker's. A dazzling burst of firelight appeared, reminiscent of an orange and red vulture circling overhead with black wings. After flames rolled, a gray figure popped into view—a seven hundred and seventy one.
Tianlan's mouth formed a cute O-shape in shock. The Lion People turned their heads, and with their pale silver pupils, they glanced at Fang Hong—though natives did not have a system, they could still see damage numbers.
Only Parker blinked with disbelief, looking down at his fingers, still not convinced that he was the one who had shot the arrow. Fang Hong pushed him from behind, reminding him, "Don't daze off, continue."
