The guards stared in disbelief at the demons, which were so ferocious moments ago, forcing them into a perilous situation, now falling like harvested wheat.
Those mysterious yellow arrows were more precise than the most seasoned hunters and incredibly lethal.
Even the leader of the Gray Rock Hyenas couldn't withstand a single arrow, their tough fur as vulnerable as thin paper before these arrows.
Finn stood on the rock, his palms sweaty around the short knife, realizing his pride in speed and perception felt utterly powerless compared to this miraculous attack.
He witnessed an arrow almost graze his scalp, pinning the Hyena behind him, ready to launch a sneak attack, onto the rock.
If it had deviated just slightly, it would have lifted his skull, and Finn felt grateful he hadn't panicked and moved.
In reality, these arrows were all condensed from the yellow sand by Duke and controlled with Spiritual Power with such precision that there was no risk of misfire.
