Shooting a Hundred Heads (Continued)

Was it the roar of a Dragon Lord? The bellow of a demonic tiger? The tolling of a giant bell?

Or was it the sound of an arrow tearing through the sky?

There were barely a hundred meters between her and Aya, yet the arrowhead was already covered in a thin white film—the sign that it had broken the sound barrier.

The arrow was clearly faster than sound, yet before it had even arrived, she heard it.

"So that's it... it's my heartbeat."

Ever since that massive bow had been aimed at her, Certain Death's heart had been pounding without stop.

This was the first time she had experienced the terror of facing death head-on.

That bow could kill her. Her body believed it, and so it trembled.

Certain Death watched as the long arrow slowly left the bowstring in Aya's hand, and her pupils contracted with it.

She entered a strange state. Time seemed to stretch out, and everything in her vision slowed down.

Yet she knew clearly that she could never evade this arrow.

"That arrow... it's as if it's alive—"

Countless magic circles lit up. Certain Death had set them up while Aya drew her bow.

"I can hear its heartbeat. It's a living monster—"

The arrow shot forth, spinning through the air. The immense energy it unleashed formed a violent gale.

Though it was still three feet above the ground, the granite floor was utterly pulverized by the gale. Dust beneath the stone slabs was sucked up as well, forming a tornado of debris.

The first defensive spell came into contact with the arrowhead, but it failed to hinder it for even 0.001 seconds before being crushed into fragments.

Then came the second, the third. The barriers Certain Death had casually set up served no purpose