Ye Tian drew his bow and nocked an arrow. As the saying went, an arrow on the string had to be loosed. The Kun Peng gave a soft snort, seeming deeply displeased by what Ye Tian was doing.
That snort seemed to tell Ye Tian not to make such futile struggles anymore. It was all in vain; there was no chance to speak of.
Until the arrow flew forth.
Like a thunderbolt, it scraped out countless sparks amid flashing lightning and rolling thunder. The arrow spun at high speed and shot straight ahead with terrifying velocity.
It was frighteningly fast. The Crimson Kun Peng had never intended to dodge, and with the two so close together, how could it possibly evade?
From the Beidu Ququ Bow came waves of wailing ghosts from the Kun Peng's body, sounding exceptionally horrifying.
The arrow pierced straight into the Kun Peng's flesh. The Kun Peng trembled three times, and just as its physical body seemed about to dissipate between heaven and earth, the arrow unexpectedly became incorporeal along with it.
The heart Ye Tian had been holding in his throat instantly dropped halfway. Seeing this, he no longer had to fear that the arrow had missed.
Yet his heart had only dropped halfway, for he still did not know whether that arrow could kill the Kun Peng.
After all, the Kun Peng's power of resurrection was plain for all to see. If it could still revive instantly from even such damage, Ye Tian would have nothing left to say but stand where he was and wait for death.
As the incorporeal arrow continued to burrow deeper, it finally came to a stop.
Ye Tian froze. All he saw was the arrow suddenly stopping; he knew nothing else.
"Could it be... it still wasn't enough..."