However, something even more astonishing was unfolding before Gong Ling's eyes.
The previous Fixed Celestial Gang would ignite a mountain after a single arrow, leading to the ultimate killing blow falling from the sky.
But the Starfall's arrow did not plunge into the mountain.
After penetrating the Eighth-Grade Grandmaster, the blazing arrow exploded like fireworks.
The resulting fiery trails shot towards the low-level martial artists behind the Grandmaster.
Thud! Thud! Thud! Thud!
Thud! Thud! Thud!
Instantly, the sound of bodies being pierced densely exploded, with small crimson blossoms frantically blooming on the chests of each low-level martial artist.
The Eighth-Grade Grandmaster did not die.
He had taken medicine from another race to heal his injuries.
But the Eighth-Grade Grandmaster was furious.
Behind him, at least a thousand low-level martial artists were pierced by these exploding arrows.
Gong Ling licked her cracked lips, her whole body trembling.
Indeed.
