This arrow had not yet been released, merely aimed at Xu Zimei.
The surface of Xu Zimei's skin was already injured, with fresh blood beginning to flow.
The sheer power of this arrow can be imagined.
"Arrow of Dark, spirit ignites Burning Prairie," the Heaven-Arrow Death God murmured softly.
As the arrow was shot, it completely merged with the darkness.
Xu Zimei couldn't see the arrow, he just felt an aura of death shrouding him.
He quickly raised the Tyrant Shadow to block in front of him.
A "boom" sound echoed.
A crisp explosion sounded, and the Arrow of Dark exploded before him.
The Tyrant Shadow in his hand seemed to be struck by an ancient beast.
Xu Zimei's figure was directly blown backward.
He swiftly stood up, spitting out a mouthful of blood foam.
His chest was completely caved in afterward.
With just one arrow, and even with the Tyrant Shadow blocking it, he suffered such severe damage.
Xu Zimei narrowed his eyes slightly.
He looked up.
