Chapter 174 - 60: Bloodbath of the Demon Crossbow
The clothes torn, what Feng Buhui saw was a face that was indescribable as either ugly or bizarre, a face that should not even be called a face.
It resembled a clumsily carved piece of knotty root, whose features were patched together with concave and convex cracks and endless bumps, with skin like mottled, rotting tree bark, emitting a scent of moss and decomposing leaves.
The limbs were like those of a dried-up tree full of branches, all signs indicating that this creature, which appeared suddenly on the way, was not of the Human Race.
Realizing this, Feng Buhui did not flinch.
As a mercenary with extensive combat experience, Feng Buhui knew that unnecessary flinching would only bring disaster.
Almost instinctively, his left hand fingers nimbly clasped the crossbow, as beautifully as when he used to shoot with his right, loading, firing the crossbow.
Shadows of arrows, five like hungry wolves leaping out and moving side by side, without the slightest deviation.
The arrows tore through the air, directly aiming at the figure clad in black, truly imposing, there in the blink of an eye, instantly boosting his confidence, a speed even Feng Buhui could hardly achieve before his hand was severed.
As long as the opponent was a Dark Practitioner of the same Dark Earth Realm, even if their cultivation was higher than his, Feng Buhui was confident of killing him with a single arrow.
Exactly on target, the five arrows hit the rotten wood creature squarely.
The figure clad in black shuddered as five arrows embedded themselves into his body, piercing through.
Hearing that sound, rather than delight, Feng Buhui’s face showed confusion. He had used his crossbow to kill numerous Dark Beasts, and the sound of arrows entering flesh was not like this; this sound was like arrows hitting wood in practice, too dull.