Only the sound of the trigger mechanisms could be heard, echoing from east to west without end, the sounds overlapping or closely following one another. It was impossible to tell how many troops were present. Soon, crossbow bolts flew like rain, piercing the air, and the entire street darkened. The dense bolts seemed to block out the sunlight.
An Zhaofeng did not dodge or evade, but instead uttered a low shout. Where his Qi Mechanism lingered, the multitude of bolts, as dense as locusts, halted in mid-air. The tails of the bolts continued to tremble, unable to advance even an inch further, creating a rare sight in the world.
An Zhaofeng then let out a long howl, tapping a crossbow bolt with his right foot, his body shot forward until he had run out of range. Only then did those dense and terrifying bolts continue to fall, their piercing sound lingering incessantly.
