Merging with Demon Spirits

Chapter 95: Chapter 85:

”What should we do?”

Xie Bing, who had exited the Demon Transformation state, looked ashen. His Soul Power was already overdrawn. Due to the threat of the archer, they could only huddle together, staying under Lin Xuan’s shield without daring to show their heads, let alone flee.

Running away would undoubtedly make them living targets. That archer was terrifying; the first arrow pierced Wen, and then that man and woman met the same fate.

Whoosh!

Just then, the sound of something slicing through the air reached Xie Bing’s ears, making his already tense body break out in goosebumps. He quickly shouted.

”Three!”

Three, meaning the direction of three o’clock.

But unfortunately, even with his timely warning, they still heard a ”thunk!”

Zhang Xun, who had always been silent and not talkative in the team, was directly shot through the thigh by an arrow, pinning him to the ground.

”Ah~”

Zhang Xun’s shrill scream rang out, along with malicious laughter.

”At my four o’clock position, in the tree, there’s a person!”

Lin Feng turned his head toward a big tree. He didn’t search for the archer’s position, but merely confirmed the general direction and the number of archers.

Lin Feng quickly drew his bow, an arrow flew out, and without any pause, two arrows appeared in his hand, simultaneously shooting from the bowstring.

”Heh...”

One of the masked men let out a sneer, looking at Xie Bing and the others with the eyes of a cat toying with mice.

As the strongest attacker and team captain, Xie Bing’s Soul Power was overdrawn, and he had exited the Demon Transformation state, while Xie Lingling had long since lost combat capability. Only Lin Xuan was holding on with difficulty; the outcome seemed already determined.

The air was filled with a subtle whistling. In the corner of his eye, Xie Bing saw a black streak flying from afar, feeling despair. Was there another archer in that direction?

Bang!

Wen’s shield fell to the ground; he was exhausted. Xie Lingling even closed her eyes, as if awaiting death’s arrival.

”Thud!”

A chilling sound echoed as an arrow, carrying a stunning coldness, pierced through the back of a masked man’s head, spraying red and white matter, some of it hitting Xie Bing’s face before he could react.

Everything happened too quickly, beyond everyone’s expectations. Before the masked man’s body could fall, two more arrows screeched through the air again.

”Lit—”

Someone shouted, but before the words could complete, with two ”thunk” sounds, two arrows pierced through the chests of two masked men, taking away two more lives, flying far out of sight.

”Uh...”

The two masked men looked down, instinctively staring at the bloody holes in their chests, eyes filled with confusion and disbelief.

Was it the captain?

Did the captain want to kill them?

It wasn’t an opponent!

The captain’s archery wasn’t that strong, so who was it?

Unwilling, extremely unwilling, they were Demon Spirit Masters, only hiding their identities to avoid detection by others. If they’d known this would happen, they would have ended the fight quickly.

Bang bang bang!

Three bodies fell almost simultaneously. Only then did those present react.

”There’s help!”

Xie Bing and the others’ eyes lit with a hint of ecstasy, hardly daring to believe their eyes. Just moments ago, they had given up resisting and prepared to face death, but help arrived so unexpectedly.

With three team members dead, the remaining masked man quickly realized and lunged to the side, swiftly standing with a small shield in hand, cautiously on guard.

”Archer!”

The remaining masked man was Eagle. He gazed toward the arrow’s origin, his body slightly trembling. His features began to change; a hooked nose formed, the upper lip curved, and gray feathers covered his arms, forming wings. His fingernails turned into sharp talons, glistening coldly.

His pitch-black eyes changed to a yellow-brown hue, with seven golden dots inside. His gaze sharpened as the golden pupils expanded and contracted, and soon a figure appeared in his vision.

”That one with the hat?”

He was nicknamed Eagle because he had refined a Second Grade Profound Eagle, relying on its powerful visual ability to recognize Lin Feng, though he couldn’t fathom how Lin Feng’s archery could be so formidable.

Had it not been for luck making him the first target, he might have died too.

He didn’t flee, nor did he fly, knowing their captain was an archer, meaning running from an archer was asking for death.

Eagle quietly stared at Lin Feng, retreating step by step, hoping to close the distance and get closer to his captain.

”Divine Archer!”

In the tree branches, the middle-aged man’s face darkened. He quickly put on a mask, jumped off the tree, and rushed toward Eagle.

A glint of shock remained in his eyes; in a brief five seconds, three of his subordinates were dead.

Three arrows breezily took away three lives, an ambush no doubt, but such archery, even he couldn’t achieve.

”One Bow, Two Arrows!”

The middle-aged man’s body trembled slightly as he ran!

Those two arrows that simultaneously pierced his subordinates must have been One Bow, Two Arrows.

He could perform such archery, yet the success rate couldn’t be guaranteed!

Even occasional attempts only succeeded two or three times in ten!

He never used One Bow, Two Arrows in battle because he lacked confidence. The true shock came because he clearly saw those arrows directly pierced through hearts.

As an archer, he knew how difficult it was to guarantee One Bow, Two Arrows accuracy aimed at the heart position.

Only a Divine Archer could possess such ability.

Only a Divine Archer had that confidence!

But such a Divine Archer required immense talent, long training of at least twenty or thirty years?

Such a Divine Archer should be at least a Third Grade Martial Artist - how could one appear in Senhai?

The middle-aged man felt a chill but didn’t flee; he knew he was exposed and aware of the opponent’s position, less than three hundred meters apart. Turning his back on an archer was suicidal.

Even if he ran, Eagle was still alive. Should Eagle expose him, he’d become a wanted criminal; there was no way back.

”Should’ve finished quickly!” The middle-aged man regretted not wrapping things up, allowing them to leave sooner.

”Maybe not a Divine Archer, but a Demon Spirit Master who refined a spirit suitable for archery! His skill—Continuous Fire? Lock? Or One Bow, Two Arrows?”

”Quick, rest and prepare for combat!”

Xie Bing quickly reminded, and Lin Xuan swiftly picked up the fallen shield, looking toward the direction from which the arrows came.

”Feng Lin!”

Seeing Lin Feng holding a War Bow emerging from the forest, Xie Bing and the others gasped in surprise.

They never expected their savior to be Lin Feng, with whom they had traveled all the way.

During this journey, Lin Feng hunted Demon Beasts using a dagger. They admired the splendid Dagger Skill, thinking he never used a bow because he was simply pretending.

Little did they know Lin Feng’s archery was so powerful, One Bow, Two Arrows—such a skill belonged to a Divine Archer!

Previously, Lin Feng refused to share contact information; they felt slight resentment, never anticipating he would ultimately be their savior.

”Eagle-type Demon Spirit, is it?”

Lin Feng held his War Bow, an arrow set on the string, swiftly arriving before Xie Bing and the others.

He was a bit surprised to discover the masked man was a Demon Spirit Master, seemingly having refined an Eagle-type Demon Spirit.

All Eagle-type Demon Spirits have the innate ability of superior vision, allowing them to detect even slight movements for defense. For Martial Artists, the arrow’s speed was too fast to follow visually, but for their opponent, this was why Demon Spirit Masters held sway over Martial Artists.

Furthermore, Lin Feng was aware the distant archer was approaching, so he didn’t immediately act.

”It’s you!”

The middle-aged man reached Eagle’s side, recognizing Lin Feng then but not trusting his eyes.

How could a Divine Archer capable of One Bow, Two Arrows be a teenager of sixteen or seventeen?

Not a Demon Spirit Master!

A rookie?