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More than twenty thousand sharp arrows tore across the sky, pouring down like a meteor shower as they hurtled toward the flock of soul beasts soaring through the heavens.
The flying soul beasts reacted in different ways. The higher-ranked ones who had time to respond immediately unleashed their innate divine abilities, mainly wind and lightning, weaving them into a dazzling net of light.
The birds that had no time to use their abilities fled in panic, or beat their wings with all their might to whip up cyclones and protect themselves.
The rain of arrows blotted out the sky. In an instant, the night was lit by twenty thousand cold gleams, and the sound of arrows splitting the air pierced the silence like tearing silk.
Halos burst throughout the flock, wind and thunder roared, and all manner of innate skills bloomed at once, like a painting of doomsday.
These arrows were not only astonishingly fast, their power was multiplied by attribute enhancements. The force of each arrow was no less than a Soul Ancestor's all-out strike, and could even compare to a Soul King's fury.
One had to ask: how could a soul master release terrifying energy equivalent to the simultaneous attacks of tens of thousands of soul ancestors?
Only a Seven Absolute Bow Titled Douluo could do it.
Because the essence of the bow and arrow lay in penetration.
Even if the Soul Power could not match the might of ten thousand hearts as one, the damage was there—and it was a covering attack.
Where the arrowhead struck, even metal and stone split open.
The arrow rain surged like a tide. Feathers flew, blood mist spread, and heaven and earth were stained in a layer of mournfully beautiful red.
The True King Level Mystic Feather Eagle