The long-prepared Zhao Long and the others initially thought they were going to attack the people from the Mirror Immortal Camp, waiting all along for Xia Hong's command.
They had gone hunting with Xia Hong so many times, naturally forming a seamless tacit understanding. Having observed for so long, they were clear about Xia Hong's intentions in their hearts.
As soon as Xia Hong gave the order, everyone drew their bows and nocked their arrows without the slightest delay.
Fifteen Earth-digging Realm, fifteen Ten-stone Iron Bows.
All the more, knowing time was of the essence, they increased their shooting speed to nearly the limit.
Swish... Swish... Swish... Swish... Swish... Swish...
Fifteen arrows at a time, in less than thirty moments, they had already fired more than a dozen volleys, totaling over two hundred arrows.
