This Ghost Valley resembled the Netherworld, shrouded in dim darkness, where one could vaguely make out the outline of a massive crossbow car that penetrated the clouds. The body of the arrow mounted on its bed was three feet long and no different from a blade or sword, its tip gleaming with a corroded cold light.
The crossbow car shook violently, emitting a thunderous "swish."
Penetrating clouds and breaking through mist, the three-foot-long arrow pierced through emptiness, flying like an Immortal throwing a sword!
Chen Yi's eyes slightly narrowed as the long sword on his back unsheathed with a clang. The sword pointed, swung horizontally, and then flicked upwards, drawing rings of cold light, gradually dissipating the power of the crossbow bolt into nothing and suddenly dropping to the ground.
