Swoosh, swoosh, swoosh—
In the next instant, a volley of thunderbolt arrows shot through the sky, charging straight at Meng Zheng.
These thunderbolt arrows were blindingly fast, only the sound of them tearing the air could be heard—it was nearly impossible to see them with the naked eye, let alone track their trickery.
What Meng Zheng felt right now was that the arrows coming at him weren't just a single one, far from it.
There were nine in total, attacking from all directions, each taking a cunning angle aimed to kill him.
Meng Zheng had no time to think; he immediately swung his Silver Thunder Whip, trying to swat down the arrows charging his way.
Rumble—
The moment the Silver Thunder Whip collided with a thunderbolt arrow, a deafening explosion erupted.
The powerful force shook his eardrums to the point of pain.
