The battle between Shen Yanxiao and Shui Miao continued and had entered the climax.
Regardless of who won or lost, this battle had allowed the surrounding elves to feast their eyes. Even the loser would not be reduced to a weakling in their eyes.
The reason for that was because any one of them was several times stronger than them. They had become a target that they could never catch up to.
Like a beast teasing its prey, Shui Miao forced Shen Yanxiao to a dead end with one arrow after another. He did not find this game of cat and mouse boring at all. If he were to hit Shen Yanxiao with his first arrow, he would feel that it was not enough to vent his anger.
Torture was what he wanted to enjoy.
To turn a rising star into mud under his arrows and let Shen Yanxiao have a taste of falling from heaven to hell was an indescribable enjoyment for Shui Miao.
Shui Ling's death could not be compensated for by Shen Yanxiao leaving the Silvermoon Guards.
