The winter sun, at this moment, seemed to have dimmed.
Behind the Execution Platform, Zhao Douan squinted his eyes, and clearly saw distant figures suddenly appear on the rooftops of the buildings far away.
Bows were drawn, arrows notched.
Then, with the "whoosh whoosh whoosh" sound of arrows piercing through the air, a rain of arrows shot towards the chests of the executioners standing in a row in the execution field.
"Buzz——"
But the next second, the arrows mid-air suddenly crashed into an invisible "air wall" outside the execution field, with the space rippling like water.
One by one, the arrows lost their momentum, softly falling to the ground.
Sitting behind Zhao Douan, the flying ashes of a talisman glided from the fingertips of Gongshu Tianyuan, who was napping with squinted eyes.
Bright glimmers flickered in his small eyes!
