A mile away, Luo Qianfan stopped atop an earthen slope.
He then took three quivers from the Storage Bag at his waist and swiftly strapped them onto his back.
Each of the three quivers contained dozens of black-feathered arrows.
With a greatbow in hand and quivers on his back, Luo Qianfan looked majestically toward the people a mile away. His confident laughter rang out. "Su Mo, today I'll show you what the King of Ranged Combat truly is!"
Whoosh!
The moment his words fell, Luo Qianfan lowered his waist and reached out. Five feathered arrows were nocked onto the bowstring, and the white greatbow was instantly drawn into a full moon.
Whoosh! Whoosh! Whoosh!
The bowstring thrummed as another five arrows shot forth at once. The five feathered arrows became five streaks of black light, tearing through the air as they shot toward the people rushing up the tree.
After firing the five arrows, Luo Qianfan did not stop. He reached out again and nocked another five sharp arrows.
Whoosh whoosh whoosh whoosh whoosh whoosh whoosh!
Luo Qianfan's hands seemed to be convulsing, moving so fast that only afterimages could be seen. The sounds of arrows splitting the air crackled without pause like beans bursting in a pan.
Consecutive Arrows!
Endless Consecutive Arrows!
Every arrow Luo Qianfan fired followed close behind the tail of the one before it, and each volley consisted of five arrows fired at once.
Moreover, every arrow seemed to have grown eyes, flying toward a different target.
The unceasing rain of arrows threw everyone directly into a frantic scramble.
Several people tried to block the arrows, only to die miserably beneath the Demonic Insects' jaws.
Spirit Martial Realm experts such as Yan Qi, Wu Kui, and Feng Zilan were forced back again and again, unable to