Seeing exactly six o'clock, his eyes flashed with the phosphorescence of a beast: "It's time..." He slashed the air with his big hand.
Following this gesture, Ye Fan suddenly discovered that countless indifferent men in black suddenly appeared on the opposite side and on both sides of the originally dead hill.
Then, they all set off ancient and powerful crossbows.
A group of three moves smoothly.
The two of them worked together to lift a giant long arrow and thrust it into the designated string path of the crossbow.
The long arrow slowly retracted as the two men in black shook the wrenches desperately, and the long arrow that originally had more than half of its body sticking out slowly disappeared.
In the end, only a sharp arrow is left.
The pitch-black arrow looked as ferocious as the eyes of the God of Death in the cold light of the rain.
"Wind, wind, strong wind!"
"Wind, wind, strong wind!"
Boom! The mountain forest sank! Three hundred giant crossbow arrows shot out of the sky!
Chapter completed!