"Yoho~~"
A dimly lit flame was glimmering silently; a pair of wings condensed from the flames and had a length of few tens of feet were slightly shaking on Ji Hao's back. Ji Hao flew across the dense branches towards Qing Ying, who was standing miles away. He moved like a fierce gust of wind while leaving afterimages behind him.
Qing Ying held his longbow and pulled the bowstring with a serious expression on his face. The bow's string shook suddenly, creating a continuous buzzing noise; rain of arrows flew towards Ji Hao from every direction, leaving uncountable arcs and straight airstreams in the air.
Ji Hao laughed out loud. The gale, created by the arrows, vanished once it blew across the dimly lit flame wrapped around Ji Hao's body. Ji Hao felt as if he had transformed into a fish who was swimming in the sea without any resistance; no matter how fast he moved, he could no longer feel any air resistance.