Four crossbow bolts, crisscrossed, pierced the soil.
They merely pierced through an afterimage left by Chen Ping.
Black Wolf and Leopard's expressions changed drastically.
Their reaction was slightly faster than the crossbowmen's. Just as they were about to warn him, they saw the seven afterimages dissipate, and two invisible black lines shot diagonally into the sky with a hiss.
The two crossbowmen, hiding in the tree, thinking themselves safe, were about to move their arms to aim again when they felt a sharp pain between their brows, groaned, and fell to the ground.
Chen Ping's figure paused and then sprang up. After firing two bolts in quick succession, he didn't linger. His body twisted like a snake, dodging the bolts from the grass. In two leaps, he was already in front of the man
