"Damn!"
Xia Nan felt a chill surge from his tailbone straight to his head.
He retreated sharply, and the Beheading Longsword was already horizontally before his chest.
The half-elf reacted even quicker, his silver hair flowing as he stepped back into the tall grass behind him — for a shooter whose main output method is the bow, pulling back at the start of the battle couldn't be more correct.
Larry's performance was somewhat unexpected. Though his face turned pale with fear, and even as he retreated with extreme panic — nearly tripping over branches on the ground, stumbling a few steps.
He still firmly protected Doris by his side, choosing not to flee.
In the blink of an eye, the entire field was left with only Wood.
Watching that solitary figure in front of the cart, Xia Nan gritted his teeth and advanced again.
Retreating was just the first instinctive reaction driven by survival instincts.
