"Roar!"
A harrowing scream.
A Demon Beast fell with a crash, its body twitching a few times before lying still.
Whoosh...
The dagger was withdrawn!
A crimson blood arrow shot out.
In the dense forest, Lin Feng skillfully cut up the spoils with his dagger, while the floating Demon Spirit was casually absorbed into his body as food for the Nightmare.
Suddenly, Lin Feng stopped, reaching behind with his right hand, and a pitch-black war bow appeared in his hand. The bow was drawn into a full moon shape as Lin Feng released the bowstring. A sharp whistling sound pierced the air, and the arrow shot out like lightning.
