C803 Arugal Cried

The eighth hundred and third chapter.

"Swoosh! Swoosh! Swoosh!"

Three crisp sounds rang out.

Immediately after, the flock of birds that had already flown away let out a miserable screech.

In the midst of this, several black birds landed in a sparse manner.

Rinn counted and his expression immediately changed.

Twelve!

Every arrow that Rinn shot out could shoot through three birds