The ancient statue held the Blood Bow in its hand; on its bowstring, the Slaughter Blood Arrow shone with a fierce glow, with blood flames burning upon the arrowhead.
Once the arrow left the bowstring, the entire realm was instantly torn apart bit by bit, almost split into two under the might of this arrow!
As this arrow approached, Ning Fan seemed to have a delusion, as if he felt the eternal hatred of billions of Barbarian Souls within the pool of blood.
This arrow, condensed by the Slaughter Incense, drawn by the Blood Bow, shot out with the full force of the ancient statue; its power was strong enough to kill any being below the Immortal Venerable!
"I cannot block it! But, I cannot retreat!"
Wearing his black attire, Ning Fan's gaze remained cold and indifferent, as if once adorned in black, nothing could stir his emotions, not even this arrow!
