A series of fluid actions transitioned seamlessly from the ground to the air, the sharp arrow on the string already emitting a faint magical glow, poised to kill the foolish fox-faced man in an instant.
The Dark Elf showed a sinister smile, never had prey escaped the lock of his sharp arrows.
The wind moved.
He liked the feeling when the wind moved, at that moment, following the current in the air, he seemed to have already seen the destiny of the fox-face man, shot through the head, as he prepared to release the fully drawn bowstring.
The next moment,
Swish!!!
Suddenly, the sky above the Dark Elf darkened, the daylight obscured, as an immensely vast shadow enveloped the sky, sweeping through with a massive gust, creating a rustling sound as it whisked past the leaves.
What?!!!
