Qin Feng's gaze sharpened. With a blur of movement, he shot to the high platform in the center of the camp like a phantom. From his high vantage point, he looked down, his eyes sweeping over the charging swarm of Abyssal Apostles. His expression was placid, his eyes holding nothing but icy killing intent.
He slowly drew his bow, pulling the string back until the bow formed a full moon. At his fingertips, a crimson arrow instantly materialized—a coalescence of immense Fire of Faith and Level 15 Peak Divine Power. The arrow's shaft was entwined with intricate, golden-red runes, and it emanated an earth-shattering aura that scorched and distorted the very air around it.
"Divine Gift: Multi-shot Arrow!"
Qin Feng let out a low shout. His voice, infused with Divine Power, echoed throughout the entire camp.
