What a pity.
No matter how skillful his spear technique was, it was useless against a metal figure. Meanwhile, Wu Hai casually swung his saber, forcing him to retreat continuously.
From behind, Fang Zheng slightly narrowed his eyes:
"Don't hold back."
He could see that Wu Hai and the others were holding back, their moves appeared fierce but in reality, they avoided vital spots. There was still pity for the refugees.
"Some of them aren't refugees."
Fang Zheng adjusted the crossbow and gently pulled the trigger.
"Bang!"
"Puff!"
A hand-sized arrow pierced into a person's skull, directly blowing off the cap, and in an instant, red and white sprayed out.
Fang Zheng's expression remained unchanged as he pulled the trigger again.
"Bang!"
"Puff!"
His eyesight was astonishing, his reactions swift. He specifically targeted those who were burly in the crowd, hitting without miss, causing instant death.
In the blink of an eye, several people fell into pools of blood.
For a moment.
