Once Fang Zhen had a firm grasp of the battle and its timing, his panic vanished completely.
His Spirit was steady, as were his hands. Without changing his stance, he drew the crossbow, loaded a Hunting Arrow, and took aim.
The Abnormal Ghost was less than twenty meters away.
Fang Zhen pulled the trigger.
The Hunting Arrow flew out. The Abnormal Ghost ran almost prone, its center of gravity extremely low. The arrow struck it squarely in the back, near the spine.
"HOWL!"
The Abnormal Ghost let out a miserable howl. The shot sent it tumbling, its charge slowing abruptly as it rolled twice across the ground.
The Abnormal Ghost appeared grievously wounded. It couldn't resume its charge and even struggled to get back on its feet.
'The spine and the head are its weak points.'
Just now, Fang Zhen had triggered a critical hit.
He had originally intended to aim for the heart, but a sudden flash of inspiration had caused his aim to shift by a few inches.
