An arrow like rushing thunder sent the Winged Demon god charging straight at Ye Zhen to crash into Ye Zhen's Sunset Divine Shot like a foolish bird flying into a wall.
Panic flashed through the Winged Demon god's eyes, but it was no more than panic.
In his view, this arrow could at most wound him and make him suffer a minor loss.
Yet the killing intent emanating from Ye Zhen's giant bow was truly startling, giving him a bad premonition.
The arrow flew incredibly fast, while the Winged Demon god was charging madly forward.
Pfft!
The arrow flashed past, and this Winged Demon god's head burst like a watermelon. Not only his head—even his Primordial Spirit, which contained powerful divine source power, shrank by seventy percent in an instant under the surging killing intent of the Sunset Divine Shot.
The Winged Demon god, left with only a mutilated Primordial Spirit, was stunned, as if he were dreaming.
He had fallen just like that!
Because three glimmers of dangerous light were nocked upon the giant bow in Ye Zhen's hand.
If Ye Zhen fired another arrow, his divine source would be completely finished. His Primordial Spirit would shatter, and he would utterly perish.
At that instant, this Winged Demon god was panicked like a dog.
He did not want to die. He truly did not want to die. He had not had enough fun yet.
Yet the three arrows on Ye Zhen's Sunset Divine Bow, which had terrified the Winged Demon god out of his wits, were not fired immediately. Otherwise, he would already have been dead.
As for why exactly, this Winged Demon god on the verge of falling had no time to consider. At this moment, he needed to think of how to survive.
Fleeing? He did not