Soon, Chen Shouyi saw countless shadows emerging in the distance and sprinting toward them. The ground rumbled beneath their feet. There were only a few dozen barbarians, yet they carried the imposing momentum of a thousand troops and ten thousand horses.
Compared to the barbarians' astonishing speed, the convoy's sixty or seventy miles per hour was practically a snail's pace.
Shell Girl seemed unable to contain herself when she heard the commotion. She cautiously poked her head out of his arms, then swiftly shrank back in fright. Fortunately, everyone was concentrating completely, their nerves stretched taut, and no one noticed her.
"Boom!"
Suddenly, a black short spear as thick as a forearm whistled through the air and landed several meters from their truck. It plunged deep into the concrete road, buzzing and quivering violently!
Chen Shouyi's heart tightened.
His sharp gaze instantly locked onto a tall figure standing still in the distance, its hand having just retracted. The two were still a full kilometer apart, yet that barbarian had relied solely on the strength of his arm to hurl over a short spear weighing at least several, perhaps even a dozen, kilograms.
That was definitely an expert among the barbarians!
While Chen Shouyi was still shaken, Ye Zong had already drawn an arrow and pulled back the bowstring. This time, however, he did not shoot immediately. Fine electric arcs flickered across his body, and his blue hair seemed to be charged with electricity, emitting a faint glow.
At the same time, blinding rings of electric arcs began winding densely around the arrow.
Chen Shouyi keenly sensed an incomparably dangerous aura spreading from Ye Zong and instinctively stepped aside.
As a senior high school science student who had graduated less than a year ago, he saw the trick at a glance.