Zeng Heihu's heart was filled with shock.
Standing closer to the spearman, he could clearly see just how strange and swift that arrow was. A sudden chill gripped his heart, and amid a hoarse roar, he flailed his Black Gold Mace in a watertight defense. Instead of advancing, his body recoiled, retreating backward at high speed.
In an instant, he had retreated more than ten yards. Seeing himself nearly at the bottom of the slope, he didn't even bother to signal his mountain bandits but prepared to flee outright.
This man's ability to seize an opportunity was remarkable. When he opened his mouth to unleash a tiger-like roar, his imposing momentum caused even the wielders of the Yin Yang Sword and the Four Seasons Saber to ready their defenses, only for them to see him flee into the distance before they could react.
"To try and escape now—it's already too late."
