At that moment, the gate had barely opened when countless arrows came whistling toward Tang Changsheng. There were hundreds of them, more than enough to turn him into a hedgehog.
Yet Tang Changsheng held the lamp in one hand. Wherever its light shone, every arrow dissolved into nothingness, as though none had ever existed.
But then one arrow broke through the lamplight. It seemed to come from beyond the heavens, flying straight at the Primordial Yang Divine Lamp in Tang Changsheng's hand.
That arrow isn't Illusion Arts!
In an instant, every hair on Tang Changsheng's body stood on end. Among those hundreds of Illusion Arts arrows, one was real.
Fortunately, it was aimed at the Primordial Yang Divine Lamp. Evidently, the enemy feared it.
That gave Tang Changsheng a chance to react.
An iron ruler appeared out of thin air and struck the arrow's shaft.
But the arrow carried tremendous force. The blow only made it tremble and veer slightly; it did not knock it down.
A chain appeared next, trying to stop the arrow, but the arrow pierced straight past it.
Even with their Ghost Artifacts, two of Tang Changsheng's Yin Soldiers had failed to stop it!
Still, they had changed its course. Tang Changsheng stepped sideways and narrowly dodged it.
The arrow skimmed past the Primordial Yang Divine Lamp and slammed into the half-open Vermilion-Lacquered Gate, burying itself nearly halfway through.
That alone showed how much force the shot carried!
Startled and furious, Tang Changsheng sent all Four Great Yin Soldiers under his command forward. They became four whirlwinds, ready to charge into the Fierce Dragon Martial Arts Hall.
Just then, a thunderous shout rang out. A tall, bare-chested man burst from the mist.
In Tang Changsheng's eyes, the man's Body Light shone brilliantly. The Life Fire above