Whoosh, whoosh, whoosh!
At this moment, several sharp whistles suddenly came from outside the camp, and then something, carrying immense power, swiftly pierced through the canopy of the tent and shot towards him.
"Hmm?"
Wuji Immortal was greatly startled, quickly jumped up, and with lightning speed, reached out and grabbed, capturing the few iron arrows aiming at him, and snapped them with a crunch.
However, his expression turned grave, because he realized the shooting power of these iron arrows was incredibly terrifying, even he could feel a slight impact.
Others absolutely cannot withstand such a crossbow.
Indeed!
From outside the tent, continuous cries of agony immediately arose, likely other martial artists in the camp were struck by the iron arrows.
"Damn it, has the Demon Sect come?"
