All the Iron Blood Brotherhood warriors, including Turbid Wine and Bai Shi, were greatly encouraged. The reinforcements had finally arrived, and this war finally had hope of victory.
"Soul-Devouring Poison Flowers!"
Bian De Xin Fan let out a roar, and countless Soul-Devouring Poison Flowers sprouted within a thousand-meter radius. Their blossoms opened, each one filled with nearly a vat's worth of poison.
When Netherworld Underlord and the other archers were still two hundred meters away from Bian De Xin Fan, they used their mounts' backs to leap forward, landing one after another beside him.
The moment he landed, Netherworld Underlord rolled forward to absorb the impact, drew the bow from his back, dipped an arrow in the liquid of a Soul-Devouring Poison Flower, and fired it at Carlos beside Turbid Wine.
A piercing whistle tore through the air. Carlos, five hundred meters away, had never expected a human to fire such a powerful arrow from such a distance. Caught off guard, he was struck in the neck by Netherworld Underlord's arrow.
The arrowhead, forged from a melted Tier 3 Star Shatterer Blade, could not kill Carlos, but it was covered in Soul-Devouring Poison Flower liquid. The protective magic around Carlos's neck vanished, and before he could react, Netherworld Underlord's second arrow followed the first, striking precisely the same spot.
"Pfft."
Carlos's neck was nearly pierced through. His carotid artery and windpipe had both been shredded, making even breathing difficult. There was no way he could continue attacking, and he hurriedly covered his neck as he retreated.
How could Turbid Wine miss such an opportunity? He charged at Carlos without regard for his life. Bross, a Lord-Tier powerhouse of the Demon Blood Orc Clan, hurriedly blocked Turbid Wine's attack, but the next instant, his neck was hit by two consecutive arrows