Gu Mo placed the cap back on the gourd and looked up.
Just in time to see the scene where the arrow, carrying a holy light and wrapped in Demon-Breaking Spiritual Qi, fell and turned a horde of beasts into flying ash. The witch put down the Japanese Bow in her hand and then turned her gaze to the distance, raising her eyebrows slightly, "There are more coming..."
The numbers were far too many, reaching an unimaginable extent.
Just within her Spiritual Sense's detectable range, there were several hundred to nearly a thousand. They were like a tide, with even more numbers surging in from further away. Whether they smelled their companions' blood or sensed each other, they were coming to support.
