“Uh... this is a bit too fragile, isn’t it?” James Grant's old face flushed bright red. At first, seeing how much effort Monica Morton was putting into pulling the bow, he thought she was using all her strength, so when he got the bow, he used all his might—only to end up like this.

Monica Morton let out a silent groan.

By Einilu above! This bow was made from thousand-year-old black yew wood, and the bowstring was crafted from the hind leg tendons of a sixth-tier magical beast. The entire clan only had a dozen or so of these. To break it would require at least a thousand pounds of force.

The elves, being masters of archery, naturally had deep expertise in bow-making. The best bowyers on the Tans continent came from the elven race. A short bow like this would be worth a fortune outside.

If a diamond ape broke this bow, that would be understandable, but this man in front of her...

“I’ll have a match with you another day!” James Grant felt a bit embarrassed under the girl’s gaze, thinking to himself, Why am I so unlucky?

In his frustration, James Grant gripped the arrow in his hand and hurled it fiercely toward the base of the tree, cursing under his breath.

An unexpected scene unfolded. The moment the arrow left James Grant’s large hand, it emitted a sharp whistling sound as it cut through the air—a sound only produced when an object reaches extreme speed and friction with the air.

“Pfft!” In the blink of an eye, the arrow hit the ground. A nether wolf, just about to unleash its Howling Blade, let out a whimper as part of its body caved in as if struck by a heavy blow, then was pinned to the ground, twitching uncontrollably. Its four powerful legs kicked desperately at the earth, and blood instantly stained the ground red.

The rest of the wolf pack, seeing this, scattered in all directions, even forgetting to unleash their Howling Blades.

Monica Morton and James Grant were both stunned for quite a while!

With a clear line of sight, they saw everything perfectly.

At this moment, the two of them were at least seventy or eighty yards above the ground. At that distance, even a mediocre archer might not be able to shoot that far, but James Grant had simply thrown the arrow.

And he had pinned a nether wolf to the ground, piercing its body with the arrow.

The force behind that throw was simply immense!

Chapter 13: The Silver-White Giant Wolf

“I did that?” After thinking for a long time, James Grant finally looked at Monica Morton and asked in a timid voice.

“Yes, you did.” Monica Morton nodded her little head like a pecking chick! By the Moon Goddess above, what kind of monster is this man? Not only does he have the strength to subdue Grella, but his raw power is also astonishing.

“Give me another arrow.” James Grant, suppressing his excitement, reached out his trembling hand to Monica Morton.

The experiment went just as James Grant expected. When the second sharp arrow, accompanied by a piercing whistle, struck the ground, James Grant almost couldn’t resist picking up Monica Morton and giving her a kiss.

But due to his poor aim, he didn’t hit any nether wolves, which left James Grant feeling quite regretful.

There was no time to wonder where this sudden strength had come from. James Grant kept taking arrows from Monica Morton and hurling them down with all his might.

Monica Morton’s movements had become completely mechanical. One arrow after another was handed to James Grant, and with each sharp whistle, the anguished cries of nether wolves would occasionally rise from below.

The bows and arrows the elves had always prided themselves on had become little more than toys in his hands.

If everyone on the Tans continent had such strength, who would need bows and arrows? The elves would completely lose their advantage in long-range attacks!

Fortunately, there weren’t many people with such overwhelming power, and this man was on her side.

A glimmer of hope for survival appeared before James Grant, and Young Master Qin was in high spirits.

Facing the pack of nether wolves, he finally had a weapon that could actually harm them.

At first, his aim wasn’t great, but James Grant picked it up quickly. After throwing dozens of arrows in succession, he could now kill a wolf with every three arrows.

Perhaps James Grant’s arrogance had angered the wolves, or maybe the dying cries of the nether wolves had drawn their companions’ attention, but more and more nether wolves surged over, surrounding the base of the tree and constantly unleashing Howling Blades to cut at the roots.

With more wolf heads below, James Grant’s hit rate increased dramatically, and the bodies began to pile up beneath the tree.

On King Kong’s side, the battle was still earth-shaking. The big guy, protected by a golden shield, rampaged through the wolves like a tank, leaving carnage in his wake.

Yet, despite the ongoing battle, the number of nether wolves didn’t decrease—in fact, it seemed to increase. Just looking at the number of wolf heads around King Kong was proof enough.

Damn, how long will it take to kill them all? James Grant couldn’t help but groan.

When he reached out for another arrow, none came. Turning his head, he saw that Monica Morton’s face was deathly pale, her forehead beaded with sweat, and her body swaying unsteadily.

“What’s wrong?” James Grant hurriedly scooped her up and laid her flat on the tree.