It was an antique-level Fearless One, but the three shadow arrows turned and pierced straight through it, shattering the Fearless One into pieces instantaneously, reverting it back to its component parts.
Fang Hong didn't have time to lament the loss of a piece of history. He hurriedly rolled to the side, as three black lines stabbed into the spot where he had just been. The marble ground in front of him was like tofu.
"Catch!
Fang Hong heard a shout. He strained his neck to look in that direction and saw Linen had somehow found a grappling hook and tossed it toward him. The grappling hook landed by his side with a clang, and Fang Hong, catching Linen's intention, grabbed it without a second thought.
Linen tugged hard on the rope, and Fang Hong immediately slid rapidly in that direction. The black lines chased after him, striking into the ground one after another, missing by mere inches.
Seven shadow arrows fell short, and Fang Hong reached Linen's side.
