Chapter 682: History Repeats Itself_2

Three arrows in a row, all hitting their mark.

The wild youth's scream came to an abrupt stop, his body pierced by four arrows, he fell straight down on the sand, eyes wide open in death.

"Who goes there?" The guard shouted loudly.

Immediately followed by screams and uproar erupting from the clanspeople behind.

No one had expected such an event to occur at the Moon Festival; the life sacrificer was shot dead with arrows right in front of Moon Lake. This was a provocation against Moon Lake, in front of everyone—who was so bold?

The Clan Leader looked at the fallen youth, his face dark with rage; in the clan, there was only one person with such archery: Skywolf!

Soon, shouting and killing sounds erupted from the back as the sentries spotted the attacker.

The Clan Leader quickly looked over there.

Indeed, Skywolf appeared atop a Forbidden Wood, holding a longbow, with a quiver on his back, his face cold and emotionless, maintaining the posture of drawing a bow and arrow.