"Great archery, Apocalypse Rogue!"

Zhou Zheng praised, though his face remained unchanged, still smiling.

Zhang Xun raised an eyebrow, drew another arrow, looked at Zhou Zheng, and once again pulled the bowstring to its full extent. Without even looking, he released the arrow. The sharp arrow flew like a shooting star chasing the moon, turning into lightning under the sunlight, piercing straight through a Toxic Corpse's neck. It severed its nerves, causing it to collapse on the street like a machine that had lost power.

Zhou Zheng gave Zhang Xun a thumbs up and followed behind Xiao Heng and the others with large strides.