"Cough~" The dark-skinned witch looked at the scarecrow in his hand, feeling some regret for choosing Lu Yu as the target.
Up until now, he hadn't seen Lu Yu die; instead, he himself had nearly been killed by the backlash.
He took out the last bone needle, aimed at the top of the scarecrow's head, ready to pierce down from the top, penetrating the scarecrow's body to decisively kill Lu Yu.
Lu Yu stared at the dark witch in the forest, having already locked onto his opponent's position, his perception condensed into a straight line, pinpointing the enemy.
Wherever his perception reached, that was the range his Spiritual Power could control.
A Celestial Falling Bright Flame condensed with 10,000 points of Spiritual Power compressed into a bullet in Lu Yu's palm, the golden bullet floated in front of Lu Yu, and an invisible track of Spiritual Power extended along his perception to the dark witch's forehead.
