Because both Li Fei and Xiang Hai Long were terrifying figures, their horrific skills were monstrously powerful. The fact that an arrow had blown off Zhang Jia's right arm was simply inconceivable. Even a handgun didn't possess such formidable power, slightly reminiscent of an AK47!
Moreover, what was even more terrifying was that Li Fei's bow could generate thunder and shoot out ice, far more dreadful than ordinary firearms. If one hadn't witnessed it with their own eyes, no one would believe it to be true.
Haonan looked gratefully at Li Fei, for if it weren't for Brother Fei, his head would definitely have an extra bullet hole by now. It could be said that Li Fei was his lifesaver. That arrow had come just in time because Zhang Jia was just about to pull the trigger.
"Li Fei, damn your ancestor!" Zhang Jia couldn't believe it, as soon as Li appeared, his life was half lost.
Looking at the blood-soaked limb on the ground, he was both anxious and annoyed, nearly fainting.
