Asmat pointed at the people around him. "You lot, follow the One-Horned Devil Immortal's orders. Whatever he tells you to do, do it."
"One-Horn, will this do?"
The One-Horned Devil Immortal nodded. "Leave it to me." His face was full of confidence.
"Go open the Camp's main gate. Let's see whether you can withstand my rain of enchanted arrows."
Ordinary-looking enchanted arrows were formidable killing weapons on the battlefield.
But such things were hardly rare among the Devil Race, and their practical value was not particularly high.
Most warriors had protective gang qi, giving them considerable resistance even against enchanted arrows.
These were all consumables, and their actual killing power was not especially great.
Why did the One-Horned Devil Immortal favor these things?
Asmatos could not figure it out.
Just then, the One-Horned Devil Immortal finally launched his attack.
He shouted an order, and the Demon Bee Race members who had followed him aimed their enchanted arrows at the Holy Monk and began firing furiously.
As they watched the rain of arrows filling the sky and hurtling toward the Holy Monk,
everyone's heart clenched.
The members of the Human Race hiding not far from the Devil Race also wore tense expressions.
But the two sides were tense for different reasons.
Clink, clink, clink, clink! Amid a succession of metallic chimes, the enchanted arrows were completely expended.
As expected, they could not pierce the Holy Monk's protective gang qi.
The current Jin Chanzi was no longer the Jin Chanzi who had faced the One-Horned Devil Immortal before. Back then, his control over himself had not yet been perfect.
But now, his strength rivaled that of a quasi-saint. Killing him would not be easy.
He could now use this Divine Power to protect himself.
He no longer had to rely solely on