After flying a short distance lightly, the crossbow arrow only pierced the fur in the middle of the human-faced bear's forehead before being stopped by the hard skull.
The human-faced bear didn't care about such minor external injuries; all it had in its eyes at this moment was Zhao Ya.
It wished it could bite this guy who suddenly ambushed and caused one of its palms to break into two pieces.
But just then, a hand like carved from jade suddenly reached over at an angle and pressed directly onto the crossbow arrow.
Crack.
The crossbow arrow made of quintuple refined iron directly embedded into the human-faced bear's forehead.
The human-faced bear's eyes widened instantly, seemingly unable to believe the scene before it.
But at this moment, it had no choice but to believe.
Zhao Ya smiled and twisted the crossbow arrow in his hand, the arrowhead stirring fiercely in the brain matter of the human-faced bear.
