However,
just when she thought she could not evade the fate of being pierced by the Divine Crossbow,
to her astonishment, she heard the sound of wind and thunder by her ear, followed by an endless chorus of ghostly wails, accompanied by the sound of a bowstring pulled taut to a full moon, creaking and groaning under the unbearable strain...
Shangguan Qinghong suddenly turned her head and saw in the distance upon the river's surface, a slender figure.
Wearing a horse-face mask, the figure was walking on the waves, bending the bow to release an arrow!
Boom——!
The moment the arrow left the Mystic Thunder Jiao Wrath Bow, a large expanse of wind and thunder exploded!
Shangguan Qinghong only felt wails and furious roars of a Jiao serpent resounding near her ear along with the rumbling of wind, thunder, and lightning, incessant and omnipresent.
Whoosh——!
Hundred Ghosts Wrathful Thunder Arrow!
The arrow shot forth like a streak of light bursting through.
