Chapter 1890 Watching a Movie Doesn’t Make People Worry (2)

A group of pure-bred undead who were still running suddenly stopped in their tracks, because they discovered that the behemoth already had a new target and stopped chasing and killing them.

"Who is that kid? Why haven't I seen it before?" the undead boy in a mess asked his companions panting.

"I haven't seen it before, but it looks like a low-level undead." Another undead boy shook his head, and he also had a lot of glory on his body.

"Low undead? Are you kidding me? How could a lowly undead come to the forest of death?" A young undead walked over with the support of her companion, with an expression of disbelief.

"Anyway, that mole beast seems to have taken her as a target. Let's take the opportunity to leave first." The undead boy didn't want to care about the other party's life and death at all, even if the other party's appearance resolved their crisis, but in the arrogant pure In the eyes of this kind of undead, low-level undead are as small as ants, and asking them to save a low-level undead is simply a joke.

Just when they were about to evacuate while the Moor beast's target shifted, a shrill roar erupted from the mouth of the huge beast.

This roar shook the earth, and a group of undead youths turned their heads in amazement.

And what happened next in front of their eyes made them all stunned.

All I saw was a nimble petite figure, relying on the surrounding trees, constantly flying in mid-air, holding a very inconspicuous longbow in her hand, while she was dodging, the longbow in her hand was constantly flying towards Flying with the Moore beast, it shoots arrows.

It is almost impossible to fight against high-level undead creatures with ordinary arrows. High-level undead creatures are extremely defensive. Even a sword that cuts iron like mud is difficult to cause fatal injuries to them.

However, an incredible scene was staged in front of their eyes. Every arrow shot by that figure was aimed at the eyes of the Moor beast!

No matter how powerful an undead creature is, its eyes are always its weakest point.

"How is this possible...how did she do it?" The undead boy rubbed his eyes in disbelief, unable to believe what he saw.

A low-level undead can actually bring serious damage to high-level undead creatures! This is simply a joke!

"Oh my god! I've never seen such precise archery!" The undead girl covered her mouth in surprise.

In the constant dodging, there is still the ability to release arrows in mid-air, and each arrow hits the eyeball of the Mole beast. Under such intensive attacks, the fragile eyeballs of the Mole beast have been stared with black arrows. , It is hard for them to imagine that there are undead who can complete so many shots under such circumstances, and the accuracy is 100% high!

"That guy is really a low-level undead? Impossible." The pure-bred undead who wanted to take the opportunity to slip away before all stopped, and they were stunned to watch the scene where a low-level undead played with a high-level undead creature.

Seeing that the Moor beast, which almost shut them all to a dead end, was played by a lowly undead to such an extent, the worldview of these teenagers was completely distorted.

fall!

That guy can't possibly be a low-level undead! Your lowly undead are so skilled! How can this **** let our group of purebreds live!