Shen Yanxiao finally relaxed as she watched the Mole Beast run away. She slowly landed on the ground and rubbed her aching shoulders.
After more than two hours of shooting incessantly, she had consumed more than half of the arrows in her interspatial ring. She could not even count how many arrows she had shot.
Fortunately, it was a large high-level undead creature this time. If it were a small one, Shen Yanxiao felt that she might not be so lucky.
Shen Yanxiao was still secretly summarizing her experience in this battle when a large wave of black shadows rushed to her and surrounded her.
"You… you fought off the Mole Beast?" An undead girl screamed in a nearly distorted voice.
Shen Yanxiao was forcefully brought back to her senses by this shout. As soon as she looked up, she saw a group of undead teenagers surrounding her.
What the heck? What was going on?
What did these idiots want?
