QIU MING raised his bow, and glowing arrows materialized instantly, streaking toward White Marsh. The Berserker barely rolled aside as the first arrow exploded against the ground where he'd stood. He lunged forward, muscles coiling to close the distance—but Qiu Ming was already aiming higher.
Three quick shots. Not at White Marsh, but at the jagged stalactites above him.
The crystals shattered. White Marsh barely had time to look up before razor-sharp fragments rained down. He threw his arms up, gauntlets blocking the worst of it, but the barrage forced him back a step. Qiu Ming didn't let up and shot another arrow, keeping White Marsh just out of reach.
The other growled, kicking aside debris as he tried to bullrush through. But Qiu Ming was already moving backward, fingers never stopping as arrow after arrow forced White Marsh to dodge or block.
