"Run! Run, run, run!!"
In the woods, Feng Xing was yelling. Along with shrill swishing sound, the arrows with spell symbols of terror magic were continuously shot out by him, deep into the river. The terror magic was activated right after the arrows were shot. Streams of freezing magic power spread out towards all directions, which made the over a hundred slaves who had been screaming and attempting to rush across the river pause suddenly, after which they fled away like rats that were burning by a pot of boiling water.
The group of slaves had been thrown into chaos by the terror magic. Feng Xing didn't stop and shot tens of more arrows from the woods. Every single arrow pierced accurately through the necks of two slaves. Within the blink of an eye, seventy to eighty monkey-like slaves had fallen on the ground while their blood was spurting; a small section of the river had even been dyed red by their blood.