The black-skinned priestess's hand, much like a Yu Country woman's, is delicate and smooth, yet as she grabs the arrows, they spark a dazzling fire in her palm...
"Screech—"
Amid the sharp friction sound, the fearsome force of the arrows was forcibly nullified!
And it's not just one!
The priestess nonchalantly discards her purely decorative scepter, simultaneously reaching out with both hands, swiftly grabbing and discarding the subsequent arrows!
Zhao Douan's eyelids twitched wildly; what an unbelievably formidable physique! What monstrous strength!
Indeed... the Liao people's bloodline has inherently strong bodies; even a young Liao person has strength comparable to a Qi Cultivation martial artist.
Seeing this, Zhao Douan's last sliver of hope is extinguished!
Half-step Celestial!
This guardian of the La Garden, her strength definitely reached this stage.
Is this the foundation of the Liao Clan? Even though the army has marched, such formidable figures are left behind.
