Just as they flew out about one hundred feet, suddenly, countless blue-black ice arrows shot out from the deep dark surface of the water.
The range of the ice arrows was extremely broad, and the Foundation Establishment Loose Cultivators could not dodge in time. In haste, they resorted to raising a pitch-black shield, dodging while guarding themselves below.
The power of the ice arrows was beyond everyone's imagination. Amid the crackling sounds, the surface of the Third-Grade defense magical artifact, the shield, revealed some blue-black marks.
"The ice arrows are infused with extreme poison."
Lu Xuan said slowly.
His vision was among the best of the Foundation Establishment Cultivators present, and he could clearly see wisps of fine black smoke rising from the shield.
