Countless black feathers drifted down, and countless Fallen Angel corpses plummeted to the ground.
At the sight, Yang Fan's other believers could not help swallowing hard.
It was terrifying.
Compared with their own combat systems, which relied on individual strength,
the mechanical civilization's way of fighting was far too efficient, far too precise.
So precise, in fact, that it struck terror into their hearts.
Elsewhere,
the Elven Warriors stared at the vast swath of sky that had been cleared in an instant, exchanging bewildered looks.
"..."
A moment later, one Elven Warrior could not help speaking up.
"As our god's followers, we cannot simply stand in the rear and watch."
"We must shoulder some of our great god's burdens."
The Elven Warrior beside him immediately nodded.
"Exactly."
"We of Elvenkind should show our strength as well."
The next moment, the Elf Race's commander raised his longbow.
"All Elven Warriors!"
"Draw your bows and nock your arrows!"
"Fire at will!"
"Show the enemy Elvenkind's archery!"
Whoosh!
In an instant, countless Elven Warriors drew their bowstrings together, sending a rain of arrows into the sky.
Although the artificial lifeforms' first volley had already wiped out the vast majority of the Fallen Angels,
some powerful individuals had still managed to evade the attacks through their own strength.
These Fallen Angels had only just breathed a sigh of relief, thinking they had finally escaped disaster.
But in the very next second,
Whizz!
An arrow sliced through the sky and pierced one Fallen Angel precisely between the brows.
His expression froze, and his body fell limply from the sky.
Then came a second arrow, a third, a fourth...
More and more arrows rained down from the sky.
The Fallen Angels who had survived by sheer luck did not even have a chance to recover