Only the sound of "puffing" was heard breaking through the air.

Suddenly, dense arrows shot out from the snow, covering all the dozen or so wolf slaves.

In just the blink of an eye, each wolf slave was hit by at least five or six arrows, and no one was spared.

The most stubborn wolf slave could only roar and stagger forward two steps, and finally fell to the ground.

After the low roar, the scene became extremely silent.

Then a hundred crossbowmen wearing white cloaks and holding heavy crossbows quietly stood up from the snow.

For a long, long time, only the sound of the howling wind in the distance came.

Until the deacon in black broke the dead silence with a shrill cry:

"No~~~"

His eyes suddenly turned red again:

"Han Long! Han Long, I want to penetrate you..."
Chapter completed!