The pitch-black night instantly swallowed the lightning, along with countless arrows that flickered briefly and disappeared. The people of the Hook Tribe were not adept at fighting with modern weapons but were extremely skilled in using these traditional weapons, possessing innate combat talent. After calmly releasing their arrows, they swiftly found places to conceal themselves.
"Ah—" In the dark woods, several screams erupted, clearly audible amid the sound of the torrential rain, carrying traces of terror and pain before quickly fading away. The forest returned to its usual calm, as if nothing had happened. But Luo Zheng did not move, nor did the people of Hook. The lack of reaction from the enemy did not mean they were without the power to strike back. Everyone was waiting.
