Yan Liqiang felt a burst of energy as soon as he got rid of that bear-like Shatu man. Without thinking, he lunged forward with his spear.
A sharp arrow flying toward him from the distance was instantly shattered in mid-air by his spear. The sharp arrowhead was reduced into pieces of metal and fell to the ground, while its fragile wooden shaft was crushed into powder and was carried away by the wind.
Yan Liqiang gazed into the distance. About two hundred meters away behind all the Shatu warriors, there was a man who appeared to be their leader. He wore a gorgeous armor set and wielded a Horned Python Bow. The man stared back at Yan Liqiang in shock, as though he couldn't believe Yan Liqiang had just smashed the arrow with a spear. That certainly required deft skills.
