But at this moment, the golden-haired warrior couldn't afford to think too much.
She suddenly pulled her bow to the left front, trembling fingers drawing the bowstring.
In her sight, she saw another reflection of herself.
A "self" with disheveled clothes, curly hair draped on the shoulders, walking leisurely amidst the Cold Beast pack.
"Teng!" The Array lit up, the bowstring trembled.
An arrow burning with golden flames shot rapidly, directly towards the Cold Race person.
The distance between them was merely over a hundred meters.
But in this chaotic battlefield, that hundred meters felt like thousands, making precision strikes seem like a pipe dream.
The Cold Race slightly raised an eyebrow, eyes filled with amusement, as if witnessing something interesting.
Because the golden fire arrow would automatically seek its path, avoiding Humans, Demon Pets, and Cold Beasts along the way.
