With a fluid movement, Zhao extracted several feathers from his wings.
Aiming with millimetric precision, he launched the first feather. It cut through the air like a bolt of silver light, penetrating three aligned shadow stalkers before embedding itself in the cavern wall.
Without pause, Zhao continued his assault. Each feather found multiple targets, eliminating shadow stalkers with an efficiency that spoke of decades of combat experience. His movements were fluid and economical, wasting no energy as he positioned himself for optimal firing angles.
His owl eyes enhanced his precision to superhuman levels, allowing him to calculate trajectories that seemed almost impossible. Time itself appeared to slow as he tracked the movement of each creature, predicting exactly where they would be when his projectiles arrived.
"Too easy," Zhao murmured, his eyes scanning the battlefield.
