Although they had placed enormous hope in the Zhuge magic crossbow, when the moment of truth arrived, they found themselves stunned, with only Tang San considering the scene before him. Even so, Tang San's eyes couldn't help but twitch slightly.
Meng Li's eyes, originally flashing fiercely, now stared dead ahead, the ferocity replaced by shock and despair. His large and strong body collapsed to the ground like a falling golden mountain or a toppling jade pillar. Almost simultaneously, all seven members of the Fierce God Team fell to the ground, carried by their own forward momentum.
Blood, gushing from their bodies riddled like sieves by the Zhuge magic crossbow, flowed like red worms, quickly spreading across the soul fighting arena. In the blink of an eye, it had already stained a large area of the central grand soul fighting arena.
Instant kill, it was an absolute instant kill.
