Myriad Clans Continent.
The battle has reached its most intense stage.
Over a hundred thousand people gathered on the black rocks, shouts of killing echoing everywhere, eyes filled with determination.
On the ground.
Zhang Tianyuan kept drawing his bow and shooting arrows, sniping those of the same realm from the Myriad Clans at a distance, relieving the pressure on Sect Disciples.
But, this battle has gone on for too long.
His avatar's energy is about to run out.
If this continues, he will ultimately be slain.
"My strength will be depleted, elder brothers and sisters, junior brothers and sisters, I'll go ahead!"
Zhang Tianyuan roared.
With a leap, he reached dozens of meters above the ground, concentrated the strength in his body into his arm, and forcefully pulled the bow, creating an arrow that glowed as bright as the proud sun.
"One arrow... to shoot the sun!"
Zhang Tianyuan released the arrow furiously.
Whoosh!
