Then, they all set off ancient and powerful crossbows.

A group of three moves smoothly.

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

The long arrow slowly retracted as the two men in black shook the wrenches desperately, and the long arrow that originally had more than half of its body sticking out slowly disappeared.

In the end, only a sharp arrow is left.

The pitch-black arrow looked as ferocious as the eyes of the God of Death in the cold light of the rain.

"Wind, wind, strong wind!"

"Wind, wind, strong wind!"

boom!

The forest fell!
Chapter completed!