The atmosphere suddenly became heavy, and the air seemed to become oppressive.
Rainwater continuously dripped into Chen Shouyi's eyes, like sand had gotten in them, irritating and painful, but he didn't dare to blink.
He held the strong bow, aiming for a long time, yet he didn't release the arrow.
At this moment, the canoe was still about a hundred and fifty meters away. At such a distance, factors like gravity and various environmental elements in the air needed precise calculations.
Especially now, with the heavy rain causing severe interference, he had not a bit of confidence.
Even during normal training, he had never shot over such a long distance.
After weighing the situation for a moment, he decided to give up.
Just as Chen Shouyi released the bowstring, that tall barbarian moved instantly.
He quickly pulled out a short spear about a meter long and as thick as a child's arm from his back, and hurled it forcefully at him once more.
