(Second update)
What kind of experience was a volley of ten thousand arrows?
As a member of the Holy Dragon Sect rescue team, and one of the only two Level-70 Spirit Saints in the team, Elder Wang had never witnessed it. After all, the spirit master world had been at peace for far too long. Even when there were disputes and conflicts, they were limited to small-scale brawls.
Elder Wang's hundred-year soul skill was very bizarre, capable of contracting himself into a ball while simultaneously enhancing his defensive capabilities.
Taking advantage of the steep downward slope of the mountain, Elder Wang narrowly brushed past the tens of thousands of silver needles shot down from the sky. This was not only a manifestation of wit, but his seasoned experience had also saved his life. Maintaining constant vigilance was the professional cultivation of a spirit master.
The pity was that not everyone possessed the strength and luck of Elder Wang.
Facing the wraiths lurking in the gaps of the forest canopy above their heads—faintly discernible under the dim twilight of the setting sun—and the cylindrical hidden weapons clenched in their hands, the batch of disciples brought by Elder Wang was practically wiped out in a single encounter!
"Ah!"
"What is this?"
"It hurts, it hurts to death!"
Amidst the initial cries of pain, accompanied by the wraiths overhead emotionlessly continuing to pull the triggers, the cylinders continuously spat out silver needles like ox hair, covering their final figures. Amidst the hair-raising sound of silver needles piercing flesh, their cries for help were completely drowned out.
A moment later, the forest fell silent. The occasional sound of skeleton soldiers trampling on fallen leaves rang out, but there were no more human voices.
The air was permeated with a death-like silence.
Between heaven and