That terrifying attack speed turned the Heavenly Dao Alliance's Beast Tide—the so-called army—into ashes in the blink of an eye.
The enemy had no idea that Mo Qiong had spent three hundred days and nights firing these 260 million arrows.
At World Creation Mountain, he fired at an extremely high intensity every day. Much of the time, he shot more than a dozen arrows in an instant, resting and meditating only occasionally.
On average, over those three hundred days, it was as though he had fired ten arrows every second without resting.
As for whether he was tired, of course he was—especially when it came to Mental Strength. But he could not slack off. Even if he spent a long time in World Creation Mountain, firing slowly, the outside world would not be able to react in time.
However, doing so would cost him even more time.
Mo Qiong did not have much time. The Insectoid Empress's consciousness would fall into eternal silence, and entering World Creation Mountain would not stop the countdown.
It was said to be five years, but those five years were not five Earth years. They were five years of his own life.
At this point, one-fifth had already passed.
"You... you..."
Not all the immortals had been killed. Mo Qiong had deliberately left two alive.
When the two saw the entire city suddenly filled with headless ghosts, they were scared witless.
What the hell kind of secret art was this?!
It had annihilated them with overwhelming force. Before anyone could react, they were decapitated, their brains bursting out.
At that moment, the two surviving immortals had only one thought in their minds: the Three Thousand Sects of the Four Seas and Eight Desolations were not enough for him to kill alone.
The Heavenly Dao Alliance