Behind the three of them, a group of Soul Masters was chasing them down—around seven or eight in all. They were all two-ring Soul Grand Masters, with one white and one yellow Soul Ring each.
In contrast, all three of them had the optimal configuration of two yellow Soul Rings.
A trace of confusion showed between Tie Li's brows. Logically speaking, after being trained by Spirit Hall, they should have been stronger than ordinary Soul Masters. Dealing with opponents of the same rank should not have been difficult, especially since all three possessed the optimal Soul Ring configuration.
Hmm?
From the Soul Power radiating from this group of Soul Masters, Tie Li sensed the aura of fallen Soul Masters.
Looking closer, one would notice that their eyes were vacant, devoid of any emotional fluctuation, like puppets.
If that was the case, then another fallen Soul Master was hiding in the shadows.
Tie Li did not rush forward to save them. Instead, he took out the Tungsten Gold Bow from his storage ring.
He nocked an arrow, and faint purple arcs of electricity coiled around its tip.
"Whoosh!"
The sound of air being torn apart flashed past like a streak of purple lightning.
"Bang!"
It pierced through one man's chest and nailed him firmly to a tree.
This sudden development immediately drew the attention of Tie Wu and the other two.
Rescue had arrived?
That was their first thought, and they immediately stopped fleeing.
"Whoosh! Whoosh! Whoosh!"
Three more streaks of purple light flashed before their eyes. The Soul Masters pursuing them lacked agility, their movements somewhat stiff, and they were unable to evade the arrows. Their chests were pierced, and they were nailed to the tree trunks.
"Whoosh!"
Another arrow was fired, but this time, a gaunt figure blocked it.