Treading upon Sharp Knives
Translator: Nyoi-Bo Studio Editor: Nyoi-Bo Studio
Han Sen drew the string of the horn bow to the fullest and aimed his black stinger arrow at the giant phantom ant. He paused for a second before shooting the arrow.
Clank!
The black stinger arrow hit the ant in the head and fell, leaving nothing on its shell.
"S*#t! So hard. It’s absolutely a sacred-blood creature," shouted Lin Beifeng.
In the blink of an eye, the giant phantom ant had come out of the crevice and rushed toward Han Sen and Lin Beifeng faster than a cheetah.
Han Sen took back the black stinger arrow, drew the string one more time and shot the arrow at the giant phantom ant.
Clank!
The arrow once again ended up hitting its head and did nothing, while the ant had rushed forward more than six hundred feet in that moment.
"You go first." Han Sen once again summoned the black stinger arrow and shot it at the ant.
"Let’s go together. The gap on its shell is so narrow that no arrow could fit in there!" Lin cried.