Han Zhumei cautiously crept closer until she was within three hundred meters of Li Yan, yet he seemed to have discovered her trail.
Han Zhumei acted decisively. Without another moment of hesitation, a large crystalline jade-like bow suddenly appeared in her hand.
The instant she drew the bow, a snow-white feathered arrow materialized on the string and shot toward Li Yan, who was turning his head...
Whoosh, whoosh, whoosh...
A dense succession of arrow whistles, some loud, some soft, some near, some far, immediately gave the impression of a downpour of rain.
Li Yan swept out with his Divine Sense and felt a chill run down his back. Dense streams of white arrows were racing toward him from behind.
The arrows clearly blanketed the sky, yet every one of them flew straight for his vital points. Swirling currents of air appeared around the tips of each white-feathered arrow.
Even with Li Yan's formidable defenses, he knew he could not withstand so many arrows. He might be shot into a hedgehog in an instant.
The thought sent waves of cold through Li Yan's heart. In a flash, he revealed himself, his body continuously dodging across the grassland as he lunged left and darted right, soaring up and down...
After forcing Li Yan to reveal himself with a single strike, Han Zhumei fired arrows in an unbroken chain. Li Yan did not even have the slightest opening to retaliate.
He could only transform into an afterimage amid his disarray and desperately evade!
Han Zhumei herself skimmed over the tips of the grass. Her feet occasionally tapped upon a blade, and she sped forward as smoothly as if gliding over ice.
Her Divine Sense and wind-element perception locked firmly onto Li Yan. The jade-like bow in her hand never paused in the slightest,