Using powerful Spiritual Sense, Jiang Dali avoided the locations where strong auras emanated and, the moment he darted out of the ancient forest, almost simultaneously spotted the Demon Hawk swooping down from the sky.
Boom—
Almost at the same time, the powerful twang of a bowstring resounded.
"Damn it!"
Jiang Dali's heart skipped a beat, and his peripheral vision caught a glimpse of an arrow angrily speeding toward the Demon Hawk.
However, the Demon Hawk seemed to have sensed the threat even earlier high above, instantly twisting its body as it dived, the arrow grazing past its form.
"Haha!"
Jiang Dali laughed heartily as he leapt into the air, charging forward like a dragon or tiger with a roar.
A dragon's roar erupted as he surged forward, his figure shooting toward the Demon Hawk like a bolt of lightning.
Boom!—
Another bowstring twanged.
