The giant was still a hundred and twenty or thirty meters away from Chen Shouyi as it flew through the air, far beyond his optimal attack range. But with a target that enormous, there was no chance he'd miss.
A thirteen-meter-tall giant might not mean much on paper, but consider this: an ordinary four-story apartment building was only twelve or thirteen meters high, and the giant was as broad as a minibus.
Up close, its sheer size alone was enough to strike fear into anyone's heart.
Chen Shouyi swiftly drew an arrow. His hand flickered across the bowstring, and the moment he drew, he loosed the shot. Then he pulled another arrow from the quiver on his back.
Every second counted!
He noticed that although the giant had taken the full force of the violent explosion, the damage probably wasn't fatal. Its body was still intact, save for the great quantity of golden-red blood on it.
If the giant had time to recover, all their efforts would likely come to nothing.
The first arrow was still speeding through the air at over a thousand meters per second when he had already loosed a second.
By the time Chen Shouyi reached for a third arrow, the first had only just struck its target.
But the pitiful damage it dealt chilled him to the bone. The arrow hit the giant in the back and shattered on impact. It barely broke the skin, leaving a shallow dent—and doing no real harm at all.
Then it suddenly dawned on him, and he wanted to slap himself.
The tension of battle was too much. Adrenaline surged through him, his nerves taut as bowstrings. And since the enemy had been so far away, he'd been using ordinary arrows to slow its advance. After all, he didn't