Just now, among the people scattering around Mu Sha, five or six were struck by arrows in rapid succession.
Three of them lasted less than a breath. Before they could even draw closer to him, they had already exhausted vast amounts of spiritual power blocking each strike from the Immortal-Slaying Crossbows.
In an instant, their spiritual power failed them. Almost immediately, they were shot into hedgehogs, with no hope of survival.
The remaining two, who were closer to Mu Sha, had landed not far from his side. The rain of arrows falling in that direction was annihilated by a vast burst of red light that suddenly rose up, sparing them from being shot down afterward.
Mu Sha could no longer spare any thought for his injuries. Taking this opportunity, devilish qi gathered throughout his body again, blasting away the crossbow bolts embedded in his flesh.
At the same time, he took out a packet of medicinal powder and swiftly poured it into the bloody holes in his shoulder and leg.
Fortunately, before his protective spiritual barrier collapsed, it had shed most of the force from the two Immortal-Slaying Crossbows. Otherwise, the bolts would have pierced straight through him, leaving two gaping holes in his body.
Yet Mu Sha did not stop moving. Without slowing his steps, he pushed the beast bone ahead of him with one hand and charged forward.
He could not help but sigh inwardly. In the end, he had still taken out the life-saving item his mother had given him.
My cultivation is still too low!
This beast bone could defend against attacks from a False Nascent Soul cultivator, but it was a consumable magical treasure. Once the power within was exhausted, it would crumble into ashes.
Thus, Mu Sha had never been willing to use it.