Unless...
Whoosh—
A streak of sharp brilliance pierced through the Steam Grey Mist, and the power of the Cursed Arrow reached the head of the Legendary Old Elf Patricia in an instant.
But Patricia simply plucked it out of the air with one hand, catching the cursed arrow directly.
Between her two fingers, a faint breath of Divine Flame could be barely seen.
"Catching a cursed attack barehanded?"
"Divine Flame? A weak demigod?"
Deep in the Steamy Grey Fog, Tuck watched this scene, slightly surprised.
"Even if he is a weak demigod, he is an old weak demigod, and he doesn't dare to use Divine Flame recklessly."
Without delay, Tuck continuously shot Cursed Arrows.
Whoosh—
Whoosh—
Whoosh—
Several Cursed Arrows, like shooting stars, rapidly shot forth.
This time, the weak demigod Elf elder didn't dare to block them easily.
Instead, he kept shifting his position, blocking and dodging Tuck's arrows.
Even when facing arrows he couldn't avoid,