Northern Sea.
The glaciers of ten thousand years, under the shining light of nine Golden Crows, had meltwater flowing everywhere.
The people standing on the glacier were like they were standing on the bed of a small stream.
Hou Yi took a deep breath, holding the Ice Bow and Dark Arrow, stepping through ankle-deep meltwater as he walked out from beside Star God Kua Fu and Wang Ming, coming to the very front of the crowd.
Yi He, today I will defeat you. Hou Yi glared with determined eyes, shouting loudly toward Yi He.
Faced with Hou Yi's provocation, Yi He appeared composed and calm, saying faintly, You can try.
A greenhorn and youngster like Hou Yi could hardly endure such dismissal. He immediately raised the ice bow, drew an arrow with one hand, nocked it on the ice bow, and circulated the Solar Spirit to pull the bowstring. Hou Yi was most confident in his archery. Having grown up in the mortal realm, he had not learned many battle techniques or spells, but hunting and shooting arrows had practiced him to perfection. Yi He's utter contempt for him instantly stirred up his competitive spirit.
Only,
When he was full of confidence and pulled the bowstring, just as he was about to shoot, he discovered things were not as simple as he had imagined.
The arrow in his hand could never be loosed, repeatedly stuck in the action of aiming.
The Golden Crows were too bright; to a certain degree, they were actual suns.
The light they emitted was far too dazzling.
The blinding radiance left Hou Yi's vision completely white. Forget about shooting the Golden Crows; he could not even see clearly.
Moreover, Hou Yi could not keep up with the speed of the Golden Crows.
Although the flight