One arrow, and an Early Mountain Sea Realm cultivator died outright.
Even though Gu Yande had fully armed himself and, upon sensing something wrong, raised his defenses to the limit in the shortest possible time, it had still been useless.
Before absolute power, many things were no more than paper mache.
Just as Chen Fei had estimated, even a fourth-rank early-stage demon had been blasted to the brink of death by a single arrow. Warriors, whose self-healing and defenses were clearly a notch weaker, could not withstand even one arrow.
In the blink of an eye, everything had happened in a flash of lightning and spark of flint. At this moment, Xiao Qiping and the other three were still more than a mile away from Chen Fei.
That distance was nothing, crossable in just a few strides. But for an archer, it was still enough distance to continue attacking.
At that thought, Liao Zhongqing and Huo Yuyin, both Early Mountain Sea Realm cultivators, could not help but tremble inwardly. Their strength was about equal to Gu Yande's.
If they truly fought one-on-one, Gu Yande's methods were even more varied. There was a strong chance that they would be the ones to lose.
Yet now, Gu Yande could not even block the attack of a single arrow. What could they possibly use to stop it?
Suddenly, a sense of deathly stillness appeared within Liao Zhongqing's divine soul, as if someone were holding a sword point before his eyeball.
The next moment, that sword would plunge straight into his head.
Ever since breaking through to the Mountain Sea Realm, Liao Zhongqing had not felt such icy dread for many years.
"Save me!"
Thinking of Gu Yande's fate just now, Liao Zhongqing let out a terrified roar. The blade in his hand then