"Whoosh!" A silver light flashed, and the metal tip streaked through Dawson Han's brilliant glow at high speed.
The mutated wolf thought it had dodged successfully, but unexpectedly, as its body just flew down, it suddenly stiffened. Immediately afterward, a spray of blood shot out like blossoming flowers, scattering in all directions.
The arrow shot through the mutated wolf's neck, and the force of the arrow drove it backwards before it crashed heavily onto the ground.
Seeing this, Xu Feng raised his eyebrows involuntarily. Damn it! Still missed a bit!
He had originally aimed for the mutated wolf's head, but the north wind was too strong, even though he had accounted for the wind direction before releasing the string.
However, the time given for him to predict was too short, and for Hu Xiaodong to make such an accurate shot in nearly a millisecond of reaction time was already quite remarkable.
