Whoosh! The sound of something tearing through the air rang out as Qin Luo finally loosed the arrow he had been charging for so long, locking firmly onto An Ming.
He could not dodge it. There was simply no way to dodge it.
An Ming could only take it head-on.
Pfft!
The arrow pierced through his chest, grievously wounding him in a single blow.
Chen Tuoyu, who was not far away, saw this scene and immediately began searching for the person who had fired from the shadows. At the same time, he shouted, "You dare assassinate a successor of Myriad Forms Mountain? Do you want to die without even a burial ground?"
The only answer he received was another arrow from Qin Luo.
The sound of it breaking through the air rang out again. In An Ming's eyes, the arrowhead slowly grew larger, and intense terror flashed through his gaze.
The Blood Beast that had just severely wounded him also stopped caring about anything else.
The enemy of my enemy was my friend. Since someone was helping, then fight!
Facing a Blood Beast even more powerful than himself, along with an archer hidden in the shadows—
An Ming was now stretched thin.
His face turned exceptionally pale. He knew that relying on himself alone meant certain death.
He roared toward Chen Tuoyu, "Brother Chen, help me! Help me!"
Chen Tuoyu was clearly hesitating. In the instant he hesitated, an arrow locked onto him and shot toward him.
Whoosh!
"Damn it! Damn it!"
Chen Tuoyu roared repeatedly. His gaze fell on An Ming, and he felt that he should save him.
Just as that thought rose and he prepared to act, another powerful Blood Beast descended, forcing Chen Tuoyu to slam on the brakes.
Turn around. Leave!
At that moment, he