Although Li Su had wondered where that earlier missed arrow had gone—after all, it had been far too fast, and his attention had been on the other party, so he had not paid attention to its trajectory—
He had never expected its final landing place to be here.
Outside Fengdu City.
The Old City had been destroyed.
It had been utterly shattered, as if a bomb had been dropped at its center, exploding from the inside out.
Not only had the city, capable of housing tens of thousands, been obliterated, even the surrounding ground had been shaved away by a layer.
The scene was nothing short of horrific.
Of course, none of that was the key point. The key was the corpse at the center of the remaining ruins.
It was the Daluo Realm cultivator stationed in the outer city. He was dead.
It had to be said, this Daluo had truly been cursed with rotten luck. If that stray arrow had deviated even a little more, he likely could have escaped disaster. Yet by some cruel coincidence, he had been standing directly in the path of the Sun-Shooting Arrow.
In fact, even if it had been another technique, even if it had struck him head-on, he would not have ended up like this.
After all, Daluo Realm cultivators possessed tremendous vitality and did not die easily.
But the Sun-Shooting Archery was different.
This was a technique born solely for slaughter. It discarded everything superfluous and pursued only one thing: one strike, one hit; one hit, certain death.
In a sense, it was an instant-death technique.
Even Li Su's avatar, with its formidable life force, could not withstand it. Every connected cell had died in a single instant.
That was also why, with only his avatar here, Li Su had