Thud thud thud thud thud thud—
Golden light bloomed high in the sky, like a row of brilliant golden lotuses suddenly bursting open.
Before the eagle had time to let out a cry of woe, it exploded into puffs and puffs of blood mist.
Countless feathers flew in all directions.
High in the sky, the eagle was riddled with holes, alive, and with the thick mist of blood and splattering blood water, it plummeted from the sky at great speed.
In the dense forest.
Wen Longshan, clutching the Liuhuo Divine Bow, slammed down, and with a thud, the accumulated snow in the entire snowy forest exploded apart like tides.
He slowly raised his head, the qi and blood within his body seeming to transform into a dense, blood-red mist, spilling out and swirling around him like a flowing ribbon.
He covered his left eye with one hand.
Blood seeped from his left eye.
His Hawkeye Divine Art...
Had been ruined!
"How is this possible?!"
Wen Longshan trembled all over.
