At the same time, the vortex.
The wailing god retreated, pulling the arrow from his forehead with great difficulty, finally escaping the state of collapse, drenched in sweat.
He was terrified, his gaze piercing through the vortex, looking down at the mysterious creature on the Divine Chariot, truly frightened,
just now, it seemed he saw an endless surge of events and objects coming from the arrow in his forehead,
that infinite stream of information, his body couldn't withstand it, even the Divine Spirit level's spiritual will nearly collapsed!
Under countless pairs of awestruck eyes,
Zhang Fusheng drove the Divine Chariot forward, and further forward, approaching the edge of the vortex.
He knew he didn't have the ability to destroy the vortex, but.....
"Come, come out."
The Immortal Bow was drawn full again, aimed at the deity within the vortex:
"I'm waiting for you to descend."
