On the blood-red sky, wind and clouds suddenly swirled, and a massive vortex swallowed everything.
All around, the Spiritual Energy rushed towards the vortex like a whale devouring its prey.
In the forest where Zixia Holy Land resided, each of the Sky-reaching Ancient Trees was uprooted as if the entire world was being refined within.
Even Si Zu felt the powerful attraction, as if he was being drawn into it.
He Feiyang snorted coldly, extending his hand, instantly feeling a skyrocketing Sword Intent surging.
In the depths of Zixia Holy Land, a stream of light darted past.
Like the brilliance of the clouds dispersing darkness, the light gradually revealed itself, transforming into the shape of a longbow.
The bow and arrow were entirely of golden material.
With a crescent moon curve, bow body like fire, bowstring reaching miles.
He Feiyang grasped the bow and arrow, spinning half a circle, directly drawing the curved bow in his hand.
