The killing intent of Meng Fang was overwhelming. He hesitated for a moment—if he didn't die, he would be severely injured, so he had to draw the bow first!
At this moment, caught in the crossfire of two forces, it truly felt like there was no way back.
"It seems today too many people wish to die. I will grant each of you your wish."
With a cold tone, Meng Fang, tall and robust, emitted a powerful and terrifying aura on his body and stepped forward, exerting an oppressive presence.
Jiang Shi's heart sank. He placed the second sword on the bowstring, pulled it back fiercely, and with a thunderous sound, lightning flashed, the noise was deafening, once again aimed at Meng Fang.
Meng Fang's eyes turned icy but he had no intention of stopping, his footfalls steady and powerful, continuing towards the front, seemingly not taking Jiang Shi's threat seriously at all.
Whoosh!
Jiang Shi did not hesitate any longer and released the bowstring, unleashing another terrifying beam of light.
