C1517
Why aren't you making a move yet?
Chapter 1517
Every single blood arrow was like lava. Swoosh, swoosh, swoosh. They were as concentrated as a cluster of arrows as they flushed into the sky.
The entire area had been set ablaze and was constantly collapsing, resulting in an explosive, steel-like boom.
This strike contained the anger and hatred of the Myriad Consciousness Berserk Dragon