Death Arrow Rain swept down from the sky, blotting out the heavens.
The ghostly green arrowheads had clearly been dipped in poison potent enough to kill with a single drop of blood.
Under such an intensely concentrated barrage, even a Grandmaster Level expert would have no chance of survival.
"Form ranks! Defend!"
Ji Gang's eyes nearly split with fury as he let out a hoarse, desperate roar.
The Embroidered Uniform Guard cavalrymen around him instinctively raised their Spring Swords, trying to deflect the arrows.
But that was no different from a mantis trying to stop a chariot.
A massacre seemed moments away.
Yet at that critical moment, Zhu Zhanjun moved.
He remained firmly seated on his horse. Faced with an arrow storm enough to plunge anyone into despair, his expression did not so much as flicker.
He merely raised his right hand, slowly.
At some point, a strangely shaped Metal Armlet had appeared on his right arm.
The armlet was pitch-black all over, covered in intricate patterns and unfamiliar components. Its design fused science fiction with a brutal beauty.
"Vrrr..."
At Zhu Zhanjun's thought, a hexagonal muzzle at the front of the armlet began spinning at high speed, producing a grating hum.
"Open fire."
Zhu Zhanjun uttered two words, calm and even.
The next instant—
"Rat-tat-tat-tat-tat-tat-tat!"
A tongue of flame, formed from countless metal storms, erupted in a furious spray from the hexagonal muzzle.
At a terrifying rate of hundreds per second, a storm of projectiles—each smaller than a specially made Steel Short Arrow—formed an impenetrable curtain of death and blasted into the sky.
"Clang! Clang! Clang!"
The dense clatter of metal rang through the heavens.
The Poison Arrows raining down from above were torn to pieces by the ferocious force of the barrage the instant they touched it.
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