Just then, three cold glints flashed, their deadly edges striking once more!
Three streaks of arrowlight shot high, middle, and low, straight at Zhao Feng's brow, chest, and lower dantian! In that split second, "Hah!" Zhao Feng heaved with his spear, lifting the Demonic Sect Pill Embracement expert's corpse just in time to shield himself.
Thud, thud, thud!
All three arrows struck the corpse, sending flesh and blood flying.
With a flick of his hand, Zhao Feng flung down the mangled corpse and lunged like lightning toward the bow and arrows he had dropped.
Arrows whistled again. Another three came flying to stop him from retrieving his bow. Zhao Feng knew that if he failed to get the Treasure Bow this time, he would remain trapped on the receiving end.
He gritted his teeth without slowing down. Without even looking back, he swept his spear one-handed-Sweep Across a Thousand Armies!
At the same time, he lowered his body and dove with all his strength toward the Treasure Bow.
Bang! His spear knocked two arrows away, while the third skimmed across his back. Crack! The clothes on his back tore apart as the arrowhead scraped across his Inner Armor.
Zhao Feng felt a sharp force pierce through his back, leaving his skin aching faintly.
In an instant, he had the Treasure Bow in hand. He pushed off with both feet and used Wind-Controlling Escape to dart more than a dozen meters away.
The very next instant, another three arrows struck the spot where he had just retrieved the Treasure Bow.
Before he even landed, Zhao Feng had already drawn his bow and nocked an arrow.
He locked onto the half-exposed figure behind another ancient tree on the distant cliff.
Whoosh! The Inkfeather Arrows streaked across the sky like a meteor, precisely