The eight flashing light arrows prevented these fourth-level hyenas from even reacting. They had already slammed into their heads. They were in different directions and in different positions, but they all hit the same target. This is

Their heads.

The iron arrows, comparable to the sniper bullets of heavy sniper rifles, bombarded the coyote's head.

As if he had done something trivial, Zhou Zheng put away his bow, then walked back slowly and said with a smile: "Well, my archery skills are not new yet."

After saying that, he ignored the people whose jaws dropped and boarded the Dongfeng Warrior, leaning on the car seat with his bow in his arms and closing his eyes and falling asleep.

In the distance, eight fourth-level hyenas fell to the ground in a tragic death state, still twitching freely, with blood spilled all over the ground, exuding a strong smell of blood.

This scene completely challenges everyone's endurance.

The third level, facing the fourth level, and it was one versus eight... but it exploded in an instant.

Zhan Hu stared at Tong Ling, his mouth almost unable to close.

"Grass!"

It took a long time to hold back this word.
Chapter completed!