Lin Feng and the archer Meng Hai stood thirty meters apart, both gripping an arrow in their right hand, always poised on the bowstring, each observing the other, trying to gauge the other's strength.
Xie Bing and the others, including the Eagle, said nothing, even Lin Xuan who had an arrow through his thigh suppressed his pain and remained silent, the atmosphere was oppressively tense.
At this moment, it was no longer a simple battle, but a life-and-death clash.
Xie Bing looked at Lin Feng, knowing both his and Lin Xuan's soul power was long exhausted, and even their physical strength was depleted, they could only rely on Lin Feng now.
On the other hand, the Eagle watched Meng Hai, who was in his best state, but he was just a thief. Although a Demon Spirit Master, the Profound Eagle he refined only granted enhanced vision, not combat power, while Xie Bing had three people, making it no problem to trap him. Thus, the key to this battle was the duel between the two archers.
