The grim reaper swung the scythe again and again, deflecting all the arrows continuously.
However, Lu Zhen smirked at the sight.
"The avatar is already flickering," he thought, though a hint of pity lingered in his gaze.
"If we had more firepower, we could create an army of archers solely dedicated to this. With the modified combat art that I could create, their power would be terrifying," Lu Zhen pondered as the avatar reached the gate, with countless soldiers falling as they supplied their Qi and vitality to sustain it.
"Let's give it one last shot," Lu Zhen said, turning to Xia Mei with a smile.
"I will bring it to you," Xia Mei replied with a smile of understanding as she handed him a large box.
Lu Zhen opened the lid and gazed at the bow, his eyes flashing with a golden hue. The black bows were crafted from a high-level material, evident at first glance, and even the strings were black and seemed to be from a strong animal.
