He dared not ask more.
In the face of the Barbarians, a person like him found it difficult to stand tall.
At this moment.
Fan Hui Xuan's heart pounded fiercely, as if sensing some deadly threat, like being locked onto by something incredibly terrifying.
As he looked up, he saw a majestic arrow infused with colorful Qi Force, rising like a morning sun, an indescribable feeling of terror welled up in his heart.
In the distance, a furious roar broke out.
"Seeking death!"
Fan Hui Xuan saw that elder priest of the Lisar Tribe, who had always been calm and collected.
At this moment, his hair and beard stood on end, his face showing an uncontainable terror, rushing towards their direction with unparalleled speed.
Yet the arrow, carried the might to destroy the heavens and earth.
BOOM!
A mighty force surged through the Ghostly Land's sky, and then… swept across a hundred miles, like a sun illuminating everything, forming a five-colored ocean of robust Qi Force.
