The eerie situation made Li Xiaoyao feel rather uncertain. This Patching Heaven Arrow, what exactly was its origin? He had merely used it, but such bizarre occurrences had transpired.
Feeling the life force in his body growing weaker by the moment, Li Xiaoyao knew he couldn't continue waiting. Otherwise, the Patching Heaven Arrow would drain him completely.
"Old monk, die!"
Li Xiaoyao drew the bow to its full extent. His right arm muscles were nearly trembling, and he abruptly released the bowstring. The Patching Heaven Arrow vanished instantly.
Even with Li Xiaoyao's keen eyesight, he was unable to see the path of the Patching Heaven Arrow.
As Li Xiaoyao bellowed out, Gui Hai's sense of crisis had almost reached its peak. His decades of combat experience prompted him to make the most correct response at this critical moment.
The golden bowl flew in front of him, and at the same moment the Patching Heaven Arrow was shot, he turned and ran.
"Swoosh!"
