Gu Sheng smirked, deftly loading the crossbow arrow, aiming, then shooting.
Gu Sheng's movements were fluid, resembling those of a skilled crossbow sharpshooter. Unfortunately, his accuracy left much to be desired—he missed the Wind Thunder Bird entirely. He fired several more arrows, but none hit their mark.
Each arrow grazed the edges of the Wind Thunder Bird before flying off.
After four consecutive shots, the Wind Thunder Bird flew out of the Stone-breaking Crossbow's range. Gu Sheng shrugged with an exasperated expression: "This thing is too slippery—I just can't hit it!"
Watching the Wind Thunder Bird escape, Mu Qingyuan's rage practically erupted like smoke from his head: "Useless! Can't even handle something this simple!"
