Whoosh, whoosh, whoosh—
As Lin Chang'sheng drew his bowstring once again, countless arrows shot out at breakneck speed.
The arrows flew so fast they outpaced even the fiercest raptors in the sky.
The raptors barely had time to dodge before they were struck down, one after another, by the arrows.
Bam! Bam! Bam!—
In an instant, the endless raptors overhead were pierced through by the arrows and dissolved into wisps of black smoke, vanishing into thin air.
But no matter how many demon beasts Lin Chang'sheng slaughtered, they kept pouring in like waves—there was simply no end to them.
"We can't just keep killing like this. We'll be dead from exhaustion before they are!"
After fighting for the time it took an incense stick to burn, Lin Chang'sheng realized this wasn't the way forward.
After all, the slain demon beasts could regroup into even stronger forms.
Meanwhile, their own primordial power was steadily running out.
