The silver arrow closed to within a hundred meters in an instant. The man raised a hand to meet it.
An invisible, formless power suddenly erupted from him, rushing toward the long arrow.
As the Power of Rules surged toward the arrow, the smile on the man's face grew wider. It was a grotesque sight, mixed with rotting flesh in the red liquid covering him.
He could already picture the arrow abruptly turning back and piercing through Yang An's body.
"Do you think he'll beg for mercy?"
He seemed to be muttering to himself, lost in a daze. But the next moment, the smile on his face—caked in red liquid—froze. It turned to shock, then to terror.
'What was he seeing?'
'This arrow... The Power of Rules can't affect it!!!'
The slender silver arrow passed through his Power of Rules without any obstruction. It didn't pause, its speed unaffected, and shot straight into his throat.
The man's body stood motionless, as if he hadn't yet processed what had happened.
'Why?'
