C657 A Scapegoat(2)

"Whiz, whiz, whiz!"

The dense rain of runic arrows tore through the air, each of them only at the level of a spirit artifact. As long as one reached the level of a Great Martial Master, they could easily endure a few strikes.

However, these runic arrows were truly too many. With hundreds and thousands of them stacked together, even if it was a Martial King