At the foot of the mountain, He Ziyun tapped the ground with his legs, covering several meters in a single step, speeding like a gust of wind that left no trace behind.
Suddenly, Ling Chen saw that in the SUV following closely behind, the window rolled down, and a man stuck out half of his body, holding a bow and arrow. The bow was fully drawn, the man placed an arrow on the string, his upper body remaining motionless. No matter how much the car rocked, his upper body stayed still as he held his breath and concentrated, like an unyielding rock amidst the mountain, allowing the wind and rain to batter him without flinching.
Whoosh!
The arrow shot out, and the fast-moving He Ziyun paused slightly, looking at the man with the bow and arrow, a trace of shock flashing across his eyes.
The man shot each arrow rhythmically: draw the bow, place the arrow, inhale, concentrate, release the string, one arrow every ten seconds, no more, no less.
