"Retreat!"

The Junior Chief of the Moon-shooting Tribe strode out of the conical combat formation and advanced upon the zombie-like old man with a hawk nose like a moving black iron tower. As he took each stride, three shots were fired, and each shot discharged three arrows.

That time, his shots were not only aimed to kill. Instead, they became more rapid, sharp, and accurate, which were in line with the techniques of individual combats.

Each time ...