It must be killed!
— Quicksand Skill!
— Concentrated Shot!
At this time, the allies’ tacit understanding became evident. The Undead Mage raised its palm, and the ground beneath the Jackal-wolfman instantly turned sandy as if to swallow it. Within seconds, it sank more than a foot.
But it didn’t stop there.
Then, the Dark Elf dashed forward a few steps, forcefully drawing her bow. Possibly shaken by fear earlier, she now released all the pressure in her heart, not holding back, and concentrated all her power on the arrow.
As a newly-promoted priest, the Dark Elf hadn’t felt such fear for a long time. To her, it was almost sacrilege.
In any case.
The Jackal-wolfman had to die here.
"Shho!"
A crisp sound, the power concentrated in the arrow even stirred the surrounding sandy earth, like a Giant Dragon, piercing towards the Jackal-wolfman’s chest.
The Jackal-wolfman was furious.
It sensed danger, swung its tail into the ground like a pivot and with force, lifted its whole body out of the sand.
The Jackal-wolfman’s whole body was a weapon.
Achieving Golden Tier strength in such a dangerous place as the Abyss, it had gone through countless battles. Through long wars, every part of its body was trained to perfection.
The tail, filled with robust muscles, was like a steel whip. A weaker Timid Demon, at a glance, would be split in two.
Everything happened in an instant.
Though the Jackal-wolfman dodged the Undead Mage’s Quicksand Skill, the Dark Elf’s Concentrated Shot arrived on cue.
Such a short distance, the Jackal-wolfman had no way to escape.
"Pft!"
The Jackal-wolfman stepped forward, tensing its body, the muscle density fully tightening, chest muscles like an iron plate to prevent internal damage.
The arrow hit the Jackal-wolfman’s chest, a shot capable of piercing steel, only embedded five inches into its skin. There was injury, but just superficial, far from harming the organs.
The Jackal-wolfman took a deep breath, a slight look of relief flashing in its eyes, and immediately began to flee without looking back.
In a short time, the Jackal-wolfman had endured the attacks of four Summoned Beasts: the Death Knight, Inferior Demon, Undead Mage, and Dark Elf. On the surface, it seemed unharmed, but in this short time, its mental and physical state were strained to the limit.
If it continued, it wouldn’t last much longer.
Thus, at this moment, it had to use its remaining strength to escape. Only that way could it avoid being slaughtered!
Behind Chen Feng, the demon wings began to flap. Like a beast scenting prey, he eyed the Jackal-wolfman’s bleeding chest, the slightly panicked silhouette, and a cold smile emerged on his lips.
Chen Feng, flapping his growing demon wings, instantly accelerated to the limit, skimming the ground low. In a moment, he swept past the terrain, slashing at the Jackal-wolfman’s back with his sword!
"Trying to escape?"
"Can you?"