"You have the bowstring, but what about the arrow?"
The old woman, seeing Xiao Chen condense the bowstring with divine power, remained unflustered, continuing to sneer contemptuously.
"Since you can condense the bowstring, how hard could the arrow be?"
As these words fell, Xiao Chen gently pulled the bowstring formed by divine power, the bow fully drawn.
In an instant, brilliance flowed, and an invisible arrow coagulated on the giant bow.
"You're planning to kill me with this?" The old woman saw this and laughed even more heartily and coldly, "Incomplete is incomplete, even if you restore it with your divine power, its strength would still be greatly discounted!"
Xiao Chen had completed the incomplete bow, seemingly making it usable for battle, but in reality, it was a futile effort.
Because if Xiao Chen diverted his power to the bow, then his own power would weaken, and the arrow shot in this state wouldn't possess the force necessary to kill.
