Beneath the night, it should have been a calm, pitch-black scene.
Yet now, a fierce storm rages, accompanied by terrifying explosions and flames. Intense firelight and terrifying shock waves cause the ruins on the lake surface to rise and sweep through the wind.
The second arrow appeared suddenly,
Wan Yan's perpetually smiling face froze, and he reached out to grab the air.
He managed only to grasp the middle of the arrow.
In Linjiang County, there was probably no second person who could catch Gu Zhan's arrow.
The iron arrow emitted a piercing scraping sound against the palm.
Sparks flew in all directions, illuminating the night.
With the iron arrow in Wan Yan's hand, it continued towards his chest, ready to pierce his body.
Wan Yan's eyes suddenly brightened, like stars.
A booming sound was heard as the sparks caused by the friction between the iron arrow and his palm were extinguished instantly, and a fierce wind erupted in the darkness,
