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Ji Jingqiu could sense that these nine snow-white bone arrows seemed to have a life of their own, locking onto his Spirit God.
With the whistling of arrow feathers, terrifying scenes unfolded around him: dead gods and demons, countless warriors bleeding, a blood-stained canvas.
Ji Jingqiu even saw himself pierced by the nine arrows, shattered in the starry sky.
He was deep in thought.
Is this destiny locked, forcibly portraying a fragment of his future?
Indeed, there's something significant here; no wonder they dare intercept.
"Do you see it? The Heavenly Destiny Arrow reflects the tracks of all spirits' fate; that's your future — you can't escape, you can't hide, you will surely fall under my arrow!"
The person from afar holding the bow shouted, transforming into a demon sound, disrupting Ji Jingqiu's Spirit God.
At the same time.
