Swoosh, swoosh, swoosh...
The flames emitted by the Cold Ruins Tripod illuminated the three sacred marks on Xia Hong's forehead, making them shine brilliantly. His gaze was sharp. Even after Wu Xiong had completely gone silent, he did not approach but continued to shoot arrows incessantly.
The Divine Arm Bow came with a total of fifty specially crafted iron arrows. Xia Hong only stopped after he had exhausted all the arrows and then slowly walked over to Wu Xiong.
Wu Xiong's head was pierced with iron arrows, resembling a hedgehog. The flames generated by the reaction with the solidified fire oil continued to burn.
Unlike a normal body, beneath Wu Xiong's skin membrane were not usual human flesh and blood, but clusters of white dew pearls. After being melted by the flames, these dew pearls slowly condensed into a liquid form of azure blue.
Seeing these liquid substances, Xia Hong's eyes instantly lit up. He quickly took out a wooden box he had prepared on himself.
