An Arrow Fired with All His Strength

"The contest should have produced a result by now, right? And I think this fellow won't have much longer to live."

A faint sneer lingered on Lu Ya's face as he looked in the Witch Race's direction.

Kuafu's complexion, already far from pleasant, turned even uglier at once.

Meanwhile, Hou Yi, who had been lying in ambush, underwent a drastic change in expression. His face abruptly turned incomparably cold.

A flash of madness passed through his eyes.

Then, without the slightest hesitation, he drew out nine gleaming arrows from who knew where. Golden power continuously flickered around his body.

It was as though he were fusing those objects together.

It seemed to take a long time, but the process was completed in merely a few seconds.

When Hou Yi's movements came to an end, a pale golden arrow appeared in his hand once more.

It bore several spiral patterns, as though they had been carved there purely for decoration.

But anyone who truly knew Hou Yi understood that he would never do anything meaningless.

Those patterns were actually ancient Witch Race script. It was said to have been lost long ago, yet Hou Yi still knew it.

More importantly, every single character carried a different effect.

In truth, they were not all that different from curses.

Hou Yi had now fused together his final nine—and most precious—arrows.

They had become this single Baleful God Arrow.

"If that's the case, then you can go die too."

The Witch Race had always been exceptionally hot-tempered. After all, a race so warlike had not earned that name for nothing.

And Hou Yi was a member of the Witch Race as well, one with an even more violent temper.

Otherwise, he could never have shot down nine Golden Crows in one go.

Under normal circumstances, he might have been able to remain somewhat calm. But now that he had heard his close friend would likely die before long—

He could no longer hold himself back.

Seeing Hou Yi like this, Kuafu revealed a bitter smile. How could he not know that Hou Yi had been provoked?

Yet there was nothing wrong with what Lu Ya had said.

Kuafu truly did not have much longer to live, but that "not much longer" still amounted to several Kalpas.

However, this injury had drained a great deal of Kuafu's life force. For existences at their level, several Kalpas truly was not much time at all.

So there did not seem to be any great issue with that.

Kuafu did not try to stop Hou Yi, because once Hou Yi entered this state, he could no longer be stopped.

Especially since that pale golden arrow was already nocked upon the bow.

Once the arrow was on the string, it had to be fired.

Hou Yi did not aim at all. He simply fired toward the sky. The Golden Crow beside Eastern Emperor Taiyi immediately sensed a force of death watching him, as though the slightest movement would cause his body to be pierced through in the next instant.

Eastern Emperor Taiyi sensed it as well. He brought out the Eastern Emperor Bell, which he had not put away, once more. This time, he activated it directly, unleashing within it a force sufficient to destroy heaven and earth.

Without hesitation, he enveloped both himself and Lu Ya within it.

Di Jun had long since retreated an extremely great distance away. Clearly, they had all sensed a force capable of threatening them.

Di Jun's heart trembled slightly. His strength was essentially on the same level as Hou Yi's.

Under normal circumstances, there was practically no possibility of anything threatening their lives, unless one side was fighting desperately.

Was Hou Yi really fighting for his life?

Clearly, he was.

Suddenly, a golden streak flashed through the sky.

In an instant, it had reached the space above the Eastern Emperor Bell. It erupted without hesitation, its brilliant tail blazing forth.

It slammed viciously into the Eastern Emperor Bell.

At once, everyone between heaven and earth felt a violent explosion ring beside their ears.

The Eastern Emperor Bell began to tremble slightly, while the faces of the two inside turned deathly pale.

They could defend against the force itself, so that was not much of a problem. But that terrifying sound was nearly enough to shatter their eardrums.

Lu Ya immediately understood just how terrifying a Great Witch in peak condition, driven into a rage, could be.

Had his father, Eastern Emperor Taiyi, not been present, he would likely have been killed in an instant, without the slightest chance to turn things around.

He finally understood why none of his nine brothers had escaped Hou Yi's grasp.

Because Hou Yi's strength was simply too terrifying.

If they truly compared them, Hou Yi was likely even stronger than Kuafu had been at his peak.

There was no doubt about that.

Hou Yi's strength had always surpassed Kuafu's.

The most important difference lay in close combat and long-range attacks.

In terms of long-range attacks, he naturally held an even greater advantage.

It was just that, in many situations, Hou Yi would also fight in close quarters.

When Hou Yi fired that arrow, the aura around him immediately withered.

It was as though he had suffered a heavy blow.

In truth, he had just fused his essence, energy, and spirit—every bit of his strength—entirely into that single arrow.

Otherwise, how could it possibly have erupted with such terrifying power?

In other words, Hou Yi might not look like much now, but he was actually even weaker than Kuafu.

And not by just a little.

In the distance, Hong Yun's body suddenly scattered, turning into streaks of red light that gathered together once more.

A trace of terror also appeared on the face that re-formed.

That strike just now had been far too terrifying. The shockwave released alone had shattered his true body.

What would have happened if he had faced that arrow directly?

There was no need to say it—he would have been instantly killed in that moment, leaving not even bones behind!

Terrifying. It was simply too terrifying.

Was this the full-force eruption of a peak Quasi-Saint?

And the Witch Race had more than ten such beings.

That was what made it even more terrifying.

More importantly, Eastern Emperor Taiyi had actually used the Eastern Emperor Bell to block that strike.

His face had merely turned pale, yet he had not been completely drained like Hou Yi. That was the crucial point.

If it had been Di Jun instead, would he have possessed the ability to withstand it?

At this moment, the answer remained unknown.

But many of those present already had some idea in their hearts.

Meanwhile, inside the cave, Qin Feng quietly woke up.

He felt that his body seemed to have grown much stronger, and the unbearable itch that had tormented him for most of the day had already vanished.

Even recalling it now filled his eyes with fear.

Clearly, he never wanted to experience it again.

That feeling had been far too agonizing.