With the child in his arms, Mo Lian held her soft hand and pulled the bowstring with her. He quietly instructed with a smile, "Qiaoqiao, if you infuse your mystic energy in a normal arrow, it won't be as strong as a mystic weapon, but the results are still fairly impressive…"
Everyone watched as the arrow shot toward the level-three zombie like a shooting star.
Only Qiao Mu was aware of the immense power that the youth had infused into the arrow.
The feeling of her body suddenly being infused with a profuse amount of strength and power exploding from her little arm…
Swish! The arrow pierced through the level-three zombie's head.
Without any surprise, the unfortunate level-three zombie was forced back by the arrow. It maintained the same rigid position as it slid back and was firmly nailed to a wooden pillar by the arrow, unable to move anymore.
Absolute silence descended on everyone.
