The strength of the masked man

The two archers who were raining arrows on Evan streaked toward him like agile monkeys. There movement skill was good and they jumped from one branch to another as if they were running on ground. 

"Damn it! Core condensation realm experts", Evan cursed inside his mind. "These guys were at peak of Core condensation realm. Who is that bastard? So hellbent on killing me. Even going so far to dispatch a nascent soul realm warrior", Evan cursed at the man behind these assassins. He had never before cursed in his life. But at this point, he felt cursing is as spontaneous as flowing water used for releasing his frustation.

Evan ran with all his might. His front was free of obstacles as horned boars were nowhere to be seen. They were already fleeing everywhere after facing such a devastating attack. Other magical beasts didn't approach the fighting area because they could perceive fierce auras clashing in the sky.