The World Lord of the Demon Night Race already had a look of horror in his eyes...
This person had not used any divine ability.
He had no Protective True Essence, no protective divine light. At less than ten zhang away, he had taken her arrow head-on and still suffered not the slightest injury. His clothes had not even been torn...
Was this guy still human?
Luo Zheng slowly climbed out of the huge crater. He could not sense the slightest killing intent from him.
He had no intention of carrying out a pointless massacre.
Although the Demon Night Race had been created by Mu Haiji, its members had grown alongside the universe and had merged with the entire universe, making them part of the Great Yanyu Cosmos. The key to the Demon Night Race lay in the Soul Sealing Needles deep within the souls of the three kings...
If he were facing a World Lord of the Sacred Race, Luo Zheng would have struck without hesitation and wiped him out. But facing the Demon Night Race, Luo Zheng would not do so.
"Stop attacking. I have no ill intentions." As he spoke, Luo Zheng walked toward her.
Feng Ling's hand remained clasped around her longbow. Her eyes were fixed on Luo Zheng, her whole body taut, while her toes kept shifting across the ground. It was the unique footwork of an archer. As Luo Zheng advanced, she constantly slid backward, always keeping a distance of roughly ten zhang between them.
She did not fire a third arrow.
The first two arrows had failed to inflict the slightest injury on this young man. Could a third arrow kill him? Her heart was tangled with contradiction.
She had already identified Luo Zheng as an enemy and was bound to give it