C569 Not Dead

"Swoosh swoosh swoosh!"

The arrows that were faster than the crossbowmen were the long, fiery arrows that were piercing through the air.

The more concentrated and powerful the rockets were, it was as though a sturdy shield had risen in front of Hemai.

The arrows aimed at her were instantly nailed to the ground like mud.

Behind Hemai, the expressions of the people from the Eastwood