Four crossbow arrows pierced into the soil, crisscrossed.
They merely shot through a lingering shadow left behind by Chen Ping.
Black Wolf and Leopard's faces changed dramatically.
Their reactions were slightly faster than the crossbowman, just about to issue a warning, when they saw those seven shadows disperse, and two black lines, which could not be seen with the naked eye, slanting upwards into the sky with a whizzing sound.
Two crossbowmen hiding in the trees, thinking themselves safe and sound, were just about to move their arms for another aim, felt a sudden pain between their eyebrows, grunted half a sound, and fell down together.
Chen Ping abruptly ceased his movement, never lingering in place after the double burst of arrows, twisting like a snake to avoid the arrows from the grass, with two leaps, already arriving in front of the man.
