Mo Yuan followed unhurriedly at the rear with Mo Yu, Yun Yan, and Bai Qingqing, watching the battles and covering the formation throughout. They never took the initiative to attack, only stepping in when anyone faced mortal danger, giving these youngsters ample room to hone themselves in real combat.
The surroundings were fairly peaceful when they first entered the Forest Outskirts.
Only a few reckless hundred-year soul beasts stirred upon sensing unfamiliar human presences and charged out tentatively, hoping to launch a sneak attack.
Before the front-line power attackers could act, Zhang Ting moved on the flank.
She raised her hand, formed her crossbow, aimed, and fired.
Her movements flowed like drifting clouds and running water, crisp and clean.
Whoosh! Whoosh! Whoosh!
Several bolts cracked through the air in succession with unerring precision, each striking a soul beast squarely in a vital spot.
Before the hundred-year soul beasts could even approach the formation, each was killed by a single bolt, all life snuffed out.
The group continued steadily deeper, their advance remarkably smooth.
Just as everyone relaxed their guard a little, a piercing eagle's cry suddenly rang out overhead.
The shrill sound grated on their ears, brimming with ferocity.
Everyone instinctively looked up.
Beneath the clouds high above, a giant eagle glittering gold all over circled into a dive. Its spread wings spanned more than two meters, its golden feathers gleaming in the faint forest light. Its sharp eyes were fixed on the people below, their vicious gaze making it clear that it had already marked them as prey.
With command of the skies and tremendous speed, it held an absolute advantage.
The atmosphere instantly tightened.
Lin Chen's gaze sharpened. Without speaking, he simply raised a hand and signaled for Zhang Ting to lock on and shoot it down.
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