C1351 Chinese Rhododendron Herb

The Little Squirrel was still holding its front claws up high in celebration, and a string of blood droplets appeared on its body.

Time seemed to stop at this moment.

Weng! *

After piercing through the Little Squirrel, the arrow deeply rooted itself in the ground, its tail trembling non-stop.

"It hit!" This arrow was not enough to kill the Rock Leopard