To use a bow and arrow is not as simple as merely pulling a trigger to discharge a bullet! If one were to shoot while running, it would involve upper body strength, aiming, drawing the bow—the difficulty level would increase by at least fivefold!

Even among the Na'vi, such archery skill could only be mastered by a select few. The one who loosed this arrow was Yakri, an external ally summoned by the fallen Clan of the Tawkami!

Yakri leaped into the air, his bow magically returning to his back. His hands grasped the trailing vines above, and with a gentle swing, he folded his body in mid-air, preparing to dive toward the opening of the Home Tree. The rain intensified, falling in a deluge meant to sweep across the world, yet Yakri navigated it as smoothly and gracefully as a fish.

However, right at the mouth of the tree cavity, a steady, imposing silhouette suddenly appeared, standing as unmovable as a mountain. In its hand, it gripped a two-foot-long rod of burning black light, swinging it down in a direct strike toward Yakri's head.

The blade edge, faintly yellowed, was not particularly sharp; the edges even looked somewhat thick and blunt. Only the handle, meticulously wrapped with dried masaha grass, ensured a non-slip grip even in the heaviest downpour. This formidable personal weapon was crafted from the fang of a Viperwolf King and had accompanied Yakri for five full years, under whose sharpness hundreds of beasts had fallen.

Facing the enemy's attack, Yakri did not hesitate, swinging his combat dagger to block. But the instant his weapon crossed paths with the black light, his entire body jolted; he felt that the opponent's strength was in no way inferior to his own! It might even surpass it!

Yakri abruptly dropped low, sweeping a fierce horizontal kick that churned up great swathes of mud and water. The foul, filthy slurry splashed onto the enemy's face, only to be instantly washed away by the torrential rain. The enemy, however, lifted his right foot and brought it down with heavy force, landing first on the ground with a feeling of taking root. Yakri's sweeping kick connected as if striking an incredibly hard stone; both men jolted and stumbled back several paces.

At this moment, the few remaining Na'vi let out piercing shrieks, clinging to the Home Tree's trailing vines, climbing toward the "skylight" high up the trunk. Clearly, they intended to strike from both inside and out, a pincer attack! Just then, Reef Rock's eyes snapped wide open, unleashing a ground-shaking roar that physically repelled the surrounding rainwater in an invisible shockwave. Yakri and the other Na'vi felt a powerful gust hitting their faces, their chests feeling heavy and suffocating, as if pressed down by stone.

One of the climbing Na'vi, previously wounded by the Spear of Lightning thrown by Morgansa, was caught in the roar's effect and involuntarily lost his grip, tumbling down into the mud. He gasped for air in great gulps, his hastily bandaged wound soaking anew in dark crimson blood. Fortunately, another Na'vi bit down on his dagger and leaped powerfully, flying through the tree cavity’s skylight entrance.

They firmly believed one thing: if they could close the distance with these outsiders, the Na'vi would deliver painful memories to them with their magnificent archery and combat daggers; victory would surely belong to them!

Thinking of this, they bared their teeth and began issuing booming threat-roars that struck terror into the beasts.

In the dark, massive hall beneath the Home Tree, there was not the slightest reaction to the disturbance—only darkness, though the scent of flowing blood could be smelled. The individual Yakri had shot and pinned to the tree cavity wall had vanished. Only beneath this falling Na'vi, a faint gleam of dark gold suddenly flared, flashing past in an instant!

Though mid-air, this Na'vi smoothly drew the combat dagger from his mouth and stabbed straight at his opponent's chest!

The thrust hit its mark without fail; the sensation of a weapon cutting through skin and muscle was always so intoxicating. But in the very next second, a dull sound, like a rolling thunderclap, echoed through the air, as if crushing down from the distant horizon. Decades of hunting experience instantly made the Na'vi sense danger; he immediately abandoned the hilt buried in his enemy, crossing his arms defensively before him!

With a dull thud, the Na'vi could not help but let out a wild cry. Under the immense force coming from the other side, the muscles on his arms, chest, and shoulders bulged out like they were being carved by blades, their lines smooth and beautiful. Yet blood seeped from his eyes, ears, nose, and mouth, paradoxically lending him an air of natural, ferocious dignity.

As the saying goes: the vicious fear the reckless, the reckless fear the desperate, and the desperate fear the suicidal. This Na'vi had come to reclaim his home, throwing his life away. The destructive power he unleashed was naturally terrifying! But even though he had pushed his potential to 120%, the enemy's follow-up move was already whistling toward him: both fists shot out, hammering heavily toward his temples on either side!

Although the Na'vi in the jungle were exceptionally strong, this strength was largely confined to their ranged capabilities. In close combat, they possessed agility to spare, but lacked raw power. This Na'vi immediately thrust out both hands to block, but simultaneously felt two colossal, overwhelming forces on his arms—his block was entirely ineffective!

After taking both blows, his vision blackened, and his entire head felt as if it might split open. But Fang Senyan's hands immediately slid downward, resting searingly on the Na'vi's shoulders. With a burst of strength, he lifted the Na'vi bodily and smashed him heavily into the two other Na'vi natives who were now jumping down. Fang Senyan followed immediately behind, charging in with savage force, and in the darkness, muffled grunts and screams erupted.

The Na'vi have narrow, elongated waists, broad shoulders forming a V-shaped back, and necks as flexible as an owl's, capable of nearly 180-degree rotation. Thus, to twist their necks, one would need to turn them at least 360 degrees—a race built perfectly for combat. Fang Senyan felt this upon engaging with them; they could easily perform combat maneuvers impossible for many humans.

Fortunately, Fang Senyan was tough-skinned and also wearing powerful armor that reduced damage from Pandora's creatures by 30%! Given his defensive capability, he remained hale and hearty despite taking several hard hits. Conversely, his punches carried crushing weight and power. These ordinary Na'vi natives possessed only about four times the strength of a normal human, around 20 points. Under Fang Senyan's suppression of 49 points of strength, they essentially had no ability to fight back.

More importantly: Although the Na'vi possessed night vision, giving them a theoretical advantage in darkness, every Na'vi had two types of markings. One type resembled zebra stripes covering their bodies, and the other looked like scattered stars tracing their nervous and circulatory systems. This second type of marking emitted a beautiful bioluminescence in dark places, and this glow was part of the Na'vi aesthetic standard. However, these tiny points of light offered no real illumination, but served as excellent targets for Fang Senyan! Punching toward the light source was never the wrong strategy.

These Na'vi had previously been affected by Morgansa's lightning spears. Now, Fang Senyan burrowed directly into their mass. Already unaccustomed to close-quarters fighting, they immediately found themselves in serious trouble. The sounds of flesh being struck—thump, thump—rang out, but soon after, the sounds of spraying blood and breaking bone mixed in!

Yakri, fighting in the lead, grew increasingly alarmed. He could clearly hear that the majority of the screams coming from the Home Tree cavity were from his own people! As a renowned warrior of his clan, he vaguely realized that abandoning the Na'vi's powerful archery skills to fight these outsiders had been a grave miscalculation!

These people were as hard as the rocks on the mountains, fierce as the beasts in the jungle, and among them was someone capable of summoning and controlling powerful lightning! With this thought, he suddenly performed a front somersault, tightening his grip on his combat dagger! A downward slash cut across the enemy's strange and ferocious shield.

Under the immense impact force, the two bone-like pieces of equipment clashed, sending sparks flying—a testament to the intensity of the battle? The shield held by Reef Rock emitted a dull, unpleasant noise, its fractured surface showing a brilliant silver sheen. He involuntarily stepped back, and the shield was flung backward as well.

Although he shattered the shield with one blow, Yakri’s hand was numbed from the impact, and the combat dagger was actually thrown upwards by the recoil force. But at that precise moment, he used the momentum to leap backward—a series of movements that made it seem as if Yakri’s body were fitted with countless springs!

As soon as his feet touched the ground, Yakri flipped his wrist, drawing the longbow from his back, nocking a long arrow. The arrowhead of this particular shaft was monstrously fierce! It resembled a snake with its mouth wide open, the tip being its forked tongue. In everyone's ears rang a sharp roar that drowned out even the clap of thunder, and the phantom image of a fierce, multicolored viper-wolf’s head slowly materialized, enveloping Reef Rock!

The Na'vi shooting an arrow was as natural as breathing or eating. In the blink of an eye, a flash of lightning illuminated the sky, and the arrow struck Reef Rock precisely in the chest. Thwack, even he was violently knocked back five or six meters, mud and water spraying violently from the ground, carving two trenches. Then, an expression of disbelief crossed Reef Rock’s face before he pitched forward onto the ground.

Having loosed the arrow, Yakri gave a cold sneer and made no move to linger, turning to leave. Unexpectedly, a black, hollow gun barrel reached out from the darkness, coldly aiming at his back, and suddenly blasted out with a sound like rolling thunder!

Well, you guys are too tough; you’ve gained another ally.

Same rule as always: I’ll add an extra chapter tomorrow, ensuring both quantity and quality. Heh heh.