"If it's my turn to strike at every single one of these fellows, wouldn't I have been worked to death here long ago?" the golden-furred, horn-turning ox demon said indifferently. "These featherless beasts have other underlings to deal with them."
Before the golden-furred, horn-turning ox demon's voice had even faded, they saw that amidst the rolling hills and countless trees in the distance, wave after wave of bone arrows, wooden arrows, and stone arrows shot out, forming a pitch-black sheet of dark clouds in mid-air.
These arrows were crafted from various spiritual woods or the bones of demonic beasts, and they were permeated with fluctuating spiritual power and the aura of demonic beasts. Their auras were ferocious and direct. Yet compared to the human race's art of artifact refinement, the demon race lagged slightly behind in this regard, appearing somewhat crude and poorly made. However, they won through sheer numbers. A sheet of arrows drifted out like vengeful spirits, and their might was by no means small.
The night-green flocks in the air shrieked incessantly as they flapped their wings. A multitude of relatively weak night-green Primordial Spirits were struck by arrows one after another and plummeted downwards. Most of those shot dead in the first wave were Nascent Soul or early Spirit Transformation stage night-greens. As for those with slightly stronger strength, they flapped their wings and either blocked those arrows or directly evaded them.
Although a number of night-greens were shot dead, this was only the first clash, and losing some weak ones still had little impact on the massive night-green flock. The colossal night-green flock still lunged toward the purple flood dragon fruit grove on the island.
The distribution of the purple flood dragon fruit groves on the island was not concentrated; they were scattered here and