Now the initiative had fallen into Fang Zhixing's hands. Whoever showed their head got shot.
Whoosh, whoosh, whoosh~
Suddenly, the air-rending sounds erupted.
Arrows came whistling in, striking the rocks and bouncing away.
They could not hit Fang Zhixing at all.
"What are they shooting at random for?"
Fang Zhixing found it strange. Turning his head, he suddenly saw several figures racing over from the forest.
There were five of them!
They were powerfully built and dressed in fitted combat clothes. They darted and leaped among the boulders, weaving about like snakes as they rapidly closed in.
One of them even held a black shield before him. The shield was oval, glinting with a cold metallic sheen.
At the same time, arrows kept raining down, pinning Fang Zhixing down and preventing him from showing himself.
"They want close combat!"
Skinny Dog jolted. This was bad—they were going five against one!
The five men rapidly drew nearer, reaching within a dozen meters in the blink of an eye.
Fang Zhixing gave a chilling smile, drew his bow, aimed casually in one direction, and loosed arrows with a whoosh, whoosh.
He fired four arrows within two seconds, with pauses between them.
The arrows traced unfathomable trajectories, coming from the front side or the rear flank, all flying toward one of the men.
"Ah!"
The man was quite nimble. Looking up, he saw two arrows flying at him. He swayed left, then swayed again, narrowly dodging them both.
Then he continued sprinting forward.
But suddenly, an arrow shot in from the side without warning. It struck his thigh first; he grunted and fell to the ground. Then an arrow hit his neck, and he toppled over stiffly.
From being struck by the arrows to collapsing, it had happened with astonishing speed.
He had