After Wang Ming and the others tried in turn, none of them managed to draw the bowstring.
Of course, if they could draw it too, wouldn't that make Jiang Feng's Undying Body seem pretty lame?
Jiang Hao was curious as well. He took the longbow from Murong Xian'er, his expression tightening slightly as he felt its astonishing weight.
Holding the bow in his left hand, he slowly pulled the string with his right. Under everyone's watchful eyes, the bowstring trembled slightly, finally beginning to move.
Everyone was stunned by the sight. Had they not seen Jiang Hao draw the string just then, they would have thought it was impossible to pull at all.
Even so, Jiang Hao was clearly struggling and could not draw it fully.
Twang...
As Jiang Hao released his grip, the bow shook violently, giving off a metallic ring. This time, even the vaulted ceiling of the hall began to tremble, threatening to collapse at any moment.
"Put away everything useful and get ready to leave," Jiang Feng said. "This space is becoming unstable."
The fact that this small world had survived for over ten thousand years without a supply of spiritual power was enough to prove how extraordinary its creator had been. Even if they had not reached god level, they must at least have been an unparalleled expert at the peak of the ninth order.
At Jiang Feng's words, everyone sprang into action, inspecting the objects in the hall one by one and finding quite a few valuable things.
Jiang Xinran, in particular, actually found an ice-attribute staff. Its entire length was crystalline as snow, radiating an intensely cold aura. Even approaching it slightly was enough to freeze someone solid in an instant.
Had Jiang Xinran not possessed an ice attribute herself, and absorbed a