Then, they all set off an ancient and powerful city crossbow.

Three people operate in a group of quick movements.

The two of them worked together to lift a giant long arrow and stuffed it into the string path designated by the city crossbow.

The long arrow slowly shrank back when the two men in black shook the wrench desperately. The long arrow that had originally poked out most of the arrow body slowly hid.

In the end, only a sharp arrow was left.

The dark arrows in the cold light of the rain, like the eyes of the god of death.

"Wind, wind, strong wind!"

"Wind, wind, strong wind!"

boom!

The mountains and forests sink!
Chapter completed!