Jin Wanshan's lips twitched.
That single arrow shattered his last remaining hope.
He had bet that every villager would survive; even one death would count as a loss. But only a bet like that offered high odds. Winning big with a small stake was a temptation no gambler could escape.
Chen Lin, meanwhile, remained expressionless.
He kept his eyes fixed on the arrow while sensing the changes in the unseen destiny trajectory, attempting to glimpse deeper secrets of destiny when those changes occurred.
The seven-colored fruit had been like pulling up seedlings to help them grow. Although it had allowed him to successfully fuse the seven major laws, and even unite all the energy he possessed, reaching an unimaginable height, its drawbacks were obvious.
At this new level, he knew what happened but not why. To wield it as naturally as his own limbs, he would need to understand it gradually.
The arrow flew like a streak of light.
In an instant, it reached the little girl.
At that very moment.
Chen Lin felt as though a string had been plucked.
That string had neither shape nor shadow, and he had no idea where it was, yet he could sense it.
At the same time.
In the sky within the image, a bolt of thunder crashed down with a heaven-shaking roar.
The lightning struck just behind and to one side of the little girl. Its terrifying energy fluctuations knocked the arrow slightly off course, making it fly right past her ear.
A second bolt of lightning followed immediately.
It landed amid the purple-robed young man's troops.
The soldiers were sent scrambling and tumbling by the strike, their screams unending. More than a dozen died on the spot.
"Heaven is angry! Fight these damned bastards!"
Seeing this, the villagers suddenly seemed