By the time his consciousness arrived, all the true form's tails had already disappeared.
And in front of him, more than eight hundred arrows were about to fall.
Above them, new arrowheads once again emerged from the eight hundred and ninety one eye like spots on the peacock's nine tail feathers.
At the same time, the spiritual energy remaining within the true form had already been depleted by one third.
Other than Tushan Qing, Tushan Shanhe had never encountered another opponent capable of creating such an intense crisis with a single move.
He immediately became interested.
He raised his hand and summoned a long spear spiritual artifact. With a low chuckle, he said, "Kid, I didn't expect fighting you would make me this excited. Fine! I'll take you seriously now."
"If knocking them away causes them to explode, then what happens if I break them instead? I refuse to believe your technique has no weaknesses."
