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Thud!
Mo Yuantu spun through the air like a burst sack, hurtling outwards.
"Arrows!"
Fei Xinyu roared furiously.
Following a thunderous explosion, a massive arrow as thick as two thumbs, shot from a colossal bow of Profound Iron, slammed into Mo Yuantu's chest.
Mo Yuantu had already been severely injured by Feng Ying. His vitality sharply depleted, he could no longer withstand the precise strike of the Profound Iron arrow. Instantly, a transparent, bowl-sized hole was blown through his chest. The arrow passed through him, trailing a stream of blood before embedding deeply into the ground, feather fletchings disappearing last.
In Mo Yuantu's eyes now was only despair.
He could never have dreamed that in a battle between earthly nations, coming as a guest to make an easy wager would cost him his life!
If only he had known earlier...
But it was all too late!
Swish, swish, swish...
