Zhao Feng's expression remained unchanged. Whoosh! Whoosh! Whoosh! He fired three arrows in succession.
Clang! Clang! Clang!
All three arrows struck its hill-like armored scales and bounced away.
"Martial Nephew Zhao, ordinary arrows can't pierce an Ironback Dread Crocodile's back armor!" Yin Zheng shouted.
Then he suddenly noticed something amiss. All three of Zhao Feng's arrows seemed to have struck the same spot.
Zhao Feng's expression remained unchanged. Again, whoosh! Whoosh! Whoosh!
Three arrows flew out. Squish! The last arrow finally pierced the skin on the Ironback Dread Crocodile's neck, sending foul-smelling blood spraying.
"So that's it!" Only at this distance could Huo Yao and Liu Yang see clearly: all six of Zhao Feng's arrows had struck precisely along the seam between two scales on its neck! The gap was minuscule, and he had done it while running!
"Divine archery..." Liu Yang was dumbstruck.
He had never imagined Zhao Feng possessed such miraculous archery skills!
Of course, even the skin beneath the gap was like leather armor, incredibly tough. That was why it had taken six consecutive arrows to pierce it. Even then, the arrow became firmly lodged after penetrating only a few inches.
"Roar!" In pain, the Ironback Dread Crocodile let out a savage, piercing roar. Its claws moved faster, and it practically cleared an entire fish pond in a single bound, lunging straight at Zhao Feng.
"My arrows need an upgrade."
His bow was a Treasure Bow, but his arrows were not. They were merely military three-edged arrows, suitable for shooting people but somewhat inadequate against thick-skinned exotic beasts.
Now the Ironback Dread Crocodile's enormous body hurtled toward him on a gust of bloody stench. Sharp fangs lined its gaping, blood-red maw, its foul breath billowing out, while two fan-sized claws swept through the moisture in the air