Lin Yuan stood high in the valley, the Imperial Bow fully drawn. A bluish-green light flowed along the bow, the arrow's tip locked onto the Bu Borisin captain below. He didn't release the bowstring hastily, but instead watched the Spirit Hall members closing in from both sides of the hillside. After confirming that all escape routes were blocked, he spoke in a deep voice, "Go. Don't let a single one escape."
As soon as she finished speaking, Qian Renxue unfurled her six wings, transforming into a golden streak of light as she swooped down. Divine Soul Power surged wildly along her longsword, its blade slicing through the air, leaving a dazzling golden trail as it Borisin Captain Bu Liren's face.
Captain Borisin's left arm had just been pierced by the Imperial Bow, and the azure-blue power was still eroding his flesh in the wound. He was unable to hold the sword with both hands, and could only use his still-functioning right hand to grip the battle sword, hastily holding it horizontally in front of him. The golden longsword slammed into the blade, and the enormous force caused his tiger's mouth to split open, and the ground beneath his feet instantly collapsed by half a foot.
He gritted his teeth and held firm against the sword's edge, his Abundance inner power surging as he tried to heal his injured left arm. However, the lingering blue-green power from the arrow never dissipated. The newly formed flesh was torn apart again by an extremely sharp force as soon as it began to condense, and the intense pain made his face grow increasingly pale.
Qian Renxue gave him no chance to catch his breath. After her longsword was blocked by the battle blade, she immediately withdrew it and used her six wings to turn in mid-air. Her second sword slashed at his waist from the side. Captain Borisin could only retreat hastily, sweeping his battle blade to barely deflect the sword. However, his movements were clearly not as agile as before.
At the same time, all the Soul Master from the Spirit Hall on both sides of the valley sprang into action. Several figures leaped down from the heights, their Soul Ring lighting up simultaneously, and powerful Soul Skill crashed directly into the camp. The Borisin who had just crawled out from under the boulders and logs didn't even have time to reorganize their formation before being met with a head-on attack.
Just as one of the Borisin pushed away the broken log that was pressing down on him, he was struck head-on by a Soul Skill and sent flying backward. Before his Abundance power could heal his injuries, two Spirit Hall Soul Master pounced on him simultaneously. On the other side, three Borisin tried to defend back to back, but they were directly separated by Soul Master rushing down the hillside, and they fell to the ground one after another in just a few breaths.
These Borisin were already badly injured by the boulders and rolling logs, and now they had lost their formation and command. Facing the Spirit Hall people who had already taken the advantage of terrain and were waiting in ambush, they had almost no chance to fight back. The shouts of battle in the camp quickly became one, but the voices of the Borisin became fewer and fewer.
Captain Bu Li Borisin around and saw his men fall one after another; his eyes instantly turned bloodshot. When they left the camp, there were dozens of soldiers, but in just a short time, only a handful were still able to stand.
"Damn it! A bunch of natives who only know how to ambush, if you have the guts, fight me head-on!" He roared, forcing Qian Renxue back with a single strike, his Abundance power erupting wildly, and a layer of dark green light instantly covered the blade.
Qian Renxue didn't respond to his provocation at all. With a flap of her six wings, she once again pressed forward. Her golden longsword slashed down continuously, forcing him to retreat with each strike. Captain Bu Borisin only had one hand that could exert force normally, and faced with Qian Renxue's relentless attacks, he was soon forced to defend.
What bothered him even more was that there was someone high up in the valley who had never truly joined the frontal battle.
Lin Yuan stood on the tree branch of the ancient tree, the Imperial Bow always aimed in his direction. Whenever Captain Borisin was about to launch a strong counterattack, or wanted to take advantage of an opening to change his position, a blue-green arrow would fly down from above, accurately blocking his movements.
Captain Borisin was forced into an increasingly desperate situation, and his injuries continued to worsen. Qian Renxue's sword left several wounds on his chest, his right shoulder was burned by golden Soul Power, and the arrow wound on his left arm never healed.
After the last few Borisin could still put up a fight were surrounded and killed by the Spirit Hall's Soul Master, he finally realized that there was no chance of winning this battle.
Staying here will only lead to death.
A ruthless glint flashed in Captain Borisin's eyes. He suddenly channeled all the remaining power in his body into his battle blade, taking a step forward against Qian Renxue's sword. A dark green blade light erupted, the powerful impact sending Qian Renxue and her sword flying back several meters.
He didn't give chase at all, but instead seized the opportunity to turn around abruptly and rush towards the other side of the valley. As long as he could escape this area, with his physique and Abundance strength, Bu Borisin still had a chance to survive.
But he had only rushed out ten meters when Lin Yuan, high above, had already drawn the Imperial Bow again.
From the Borisin Qian Renxue, Lin Yuan knew what he was planning. A man who had already lost all his men couldn't possibly stay and fight to the death, and the only relatively open direction in the valley was that one path.
"Trying to run?" Lin Yuan's gaze followed the other's movement, the bowstring stretched to its limit between his fingers. "Where do you think you can run to?"
A cyan arrow flew from the bow, leaving a straight trail of light across the valley. When Captain Borisin heard the whooshing sound behind him, he desperately tried to change direction, but the arrow seemed to have anticipated his movements and pierced his right leg in the next instant.
Fresh blood suddenly splattered.
Borisin let out a painful howl, his sprinting body instantly losing its balance. He lunged forward several meters before crashing heavily to the ground. The immense momentum caused him to tumble several times in the mud, and his battle sword flew out of his hand.
He forced himself to sit up despite the excruciating pain, his first instinct being to channel his Abundance power to heal his wounds. Dark green light surged rapidly along his meridians to his thigh, and the flesh pierced by the arrow began to writhe. But just as the wound was about to heal, the remaining blue-green light within it suddenly shone.
The newly grown flesh and blood instantly tore apart.
Captain Borisin's eyes widened suddenly. Unconvinced, he tried to unleash the power of Abundance again, but to no avail. No matter how much life force he summoned, the wound could not truly close. Instead, it became more severe due to repeated growth and cracking.
"This is impossible!" He stared intently at the arrow wound on his leg, his anger finally replaced by terror. "How could the power of Abundance fail? What did you use?!"
Lin Yuan leaped down from the ancient tree, the Imperial Bow in his hand transforming into starlight, but it did not immediately disappear. He walked step by step toward the Borisin, his gaze remaining calm.
Captain Borisin saw the blue-green starlight flowing on the bow and seemed to suddenly remember something. The moment this thought occurred to him, his expression changed completely.
" The Hunt?" Captain Borisin gritted his teeth and raised his head, his voice no longer carrying the previous contempt. "What bullshit the Hunt? There's no way there could be any the Hunt power here! This world hasn't even set foot in the Star Sea yet, how could you possibly have made contact with that Path?"
Lin Yuan did not answer his question, but stopped a few meters away and raised the Imperial Bow again. The azure starlight re-condensed between the bowstring, and its sharpness was already aimed at his chest.