"Enemy attack!"
Bang! Bang! Bang! Bang!
Just as the Skyhawk People were still shouting about the enemy attack,
four more bullets came flying in. Every shot hit its mark!
Then several more bullets came at them from different directions.
They were all enchanted.
In the blink of an eye, more than ten of the hundred-plus Skyhawk People had fallen.
Hadn't they entered enemy territory relying on their superior strength, only to launch nomadic raids?
Now it all seemed like a joke.
The Skyhawk People weren't flying very high, only about a thousand meters up.
They hadn't used Magic shields earlier, and after that sneak attack, they were still shaken.
The gunfire stopped.
The Skyhawk People didn't dare linger in the sky. They flew straight down, keeping low to the ground.
It wasn't that they couldn't fly higher. The higher they went, the less oxygen there was to breathe.
People who lived at low altitudes suffered from altitude sickness in the mountains. The same went for the Skyhawk People.
Who could blame them, when these mountains were so high?
But even with the Skyhawk People flying lower, that didn't mean Simon couldn't snipe them.
Bang!
Another bullet came from who knew where.
It pierced straight through a sixth-tier Skyhawk.
He didn't die, but he was wounded—and that was almost as good as being out of the fight.
On the snow-covered mountains, the snipers were so well hidden, it was as if they'd cast invisibility magic.
No, they really could use invisibility magic. And not just that—they could also conceal their presence.
The human female mage lay beside Simon. They were both hidden beneath the snow, with a layer of invisibility magic over their bodies. Every three seconds, a few magic particles refreshed the spell.
"Aiyafata, get ready."
"Okay."
Simon rarely spoke,