The arrow is on the string, and Zhao Changhe felt a thud in his heart upon seeing that smile, but the arrow had already been shot.
The arrow, which had been long prepared and gathered all its power, once invincible in slaying gods and demons, shot straight through the body of the Heavenly Dao. The golden light shot towards the distant darkness, having no effect at all.
The frontal and rear attacks of the Ye Family sisters also turned into them striking each other, each retreating with a muffled groan.
The Heavenly Dao became ethereal, scattered all around.
