The undead wolves ran like the wind, in only a second they had covered more than 100 metres distance.
He pulled his bow string and an arrow formed in a split second, many times faster than when he first learnt the mana arrow skill.
His arrow pierced through the dark day like a blue streak, it whistled as it cut through the air.
It pierced through a wolf's head, its skull shattered like glass and the fire in its eyes down out.
He shot multiple arrows in a single second taking out more than 6 wolves. Some dodged but Akaris adjusted.
He changed the trajectory of the arrows and still managed to hit those wolves, unfortunately he didn't hit the head.
While they were still slowed down momentarily, they had no concept of pain so they rushed towards him regardless.
Even though he did his best to kill as many as he could, there were too many of them and eventually they reached him.
Even though they were mindless undead monsters, they still had the instinct of wolves to hunt in packs.
