Qin An pressed down lightly, gathering all that force into one surging torrent.
The instant he drove his fist forward, the arrow—its power already weakened considerably—met his blow, and the remaining force on both sides erupted with a roar.
Qin An's fist carried everyone's strength, and it fought the arrow to a standstill.
Like two bulls locking horns, they strained against each other across the battlefield, neither giving an inch.
Fine beads of cold sweat appeared on Qin An's forehead. He felt his Blood and Qi Power being drained from his body at a furious pace, only to gather in his fist and pour out again.
The force behind his blow was slowly waning.
The arrow, however, began to show cracks along its shaft.
Once straight as a poplar, it started to bend the moment those cracks appeared.
"Break!" Qin An roared.
As cracks spread across the arrow, Qin An's force kept bearing down on it, sending the fractures racing farther.
Crack!
A sound like an eggshell breaking rang out, and the arrow shattered into fragments that littered the ground.
Terrifying power burst outward, as though it had torn a vast gash in the sky.
Everyone present—Bai Lingfeng and the other Forbidden Land Envoys, the human cultivators, and Holdouts like Heifeng—collapsed to the ground. Blood spilled from the corners of their mouths; none of them had escaped unscathed.
Yet smiles lit every face. As if a great weight had been lifted, they finally relaxed.
They had won.
The arrow had seemed capable of destroying heaven and earth, but in the end, the victory was theirs.
Qin An let out a long breath. He wiped the sweat from his forehead with his arm and looked up at the enormous rift in the sky, his heart still pounding.
He had escaped death