"Sure enough, the more you expend, the more you gain!"
Ye Fei had no idea what Feng An was thinking, nor did he try to guess.
Right now, he simply activated his talent, spending only 1-3 points of spiritual energy each time as he shot arrow after arrow precisely into the beasts' heads.
After killing a wild rabbit with a bow for the first time, he had recalled that feeling during his later cultivation and wondered about his accuracy.
Now he understood. It was because he could naturally grasp the beasts' weaknesses and the direction of their next move.
It was not like Little Jun seeing what would happen in the future. Rather, through the reactions of the animals' muscles and bones, his mind grasped the direction of their next move faster than his body could react.
"Too bad I'm still too weak. Even with the most ordinary Wooden Arrows, my body can barely handle the strain."
After shooting another fast wild wolf and leaving the rest to the little ones, Ye Fei grabbed a Spirit-Restoring Pellet and stuffed it into his mouth.
What he held was a top-tier spirit tool, after all. He had only killed a dozen or so beasts in succession, yet his head already hurt, and his mental power and stamina were dropping rapidly.
Ten appeared at a time, and another batch arrived two minutes later. Was Feng An trying to work him to death?
The two over there only had one released for each of them every ten minutes, but with him, it was as though Feng An feared he might have a moment to spare.
After taking the Spirit-Restoring Pellet, Ye Fei watched Little White Tiger run up and unload the beasts' corpses from the pet storage space onto the ground. He reached out