Furious Flood Dragon Palace.
In the cave in the secret chamber of the underground second level.
Han Zhao held a black gold longbow and nocked an arrow. He aimed at the calm sea outside the cave.
"Bang!"
The full-moon bowstring shook, and the arrow flew out like a meteor, bringing with it a spiral wave of air that was accompanied by fine icicles.
Boom!
The arrow fell into the calm sea 200 meters away, instantly raising a huge wave more than 10 meters tall. As a portion of the waves fell, they condensed into ice.
"The power of the Ice Spirit Arrow is much stronger than the Wind Spirit Arrow, but it's still the fastest. Let's try the Lightning Spirit Arrow again."
Han Zhao looked at the huge waves on the sea with a deep gaze. He took out another arrow from the quiver behind him.
The longbow was drawn to a full moon. This time, he aimed at a reef about 400 meters away.
Crack! Crack! Crack!
