Feeling the terrifying power of this arrow, the Imperious Dragon and Snake couple felt as though an invisible giant hand had tightly gripped their hearts, causing them to contract violently. A wave of chill rushed from the soles of their feet straight to their crowns. Fine beads of sweat instantly seeped across their foreheads, crystal-clear, shimmering with an uneasy light in the sunlight.
Daring not to be the slightest bit careless, they exchanged a panicked glance, their eyes filled with tension and solemnity as if the end of the world were imminent. The Dragon Duke's expression was extremely grave, every wrinkle on his face seemingly frozen and utterly rigid. His voice trembled like a candle dying in the wind, ready to be extinguished at any moment, as he said, "Old woman, it seems we have no choice but to use that move. Luomei truly lives up to her reputation; her Eighth Soul Skill is unexpectedly this powerful." His voice carried a deep sense of dread and helplessness, the trembling tail-end of his words seemingly voicing his inner fear and anxiety.
Upon hearing this, the Snake Boa's face turned as pale as paper, devoid of a single trace of blood, and her lips trembled uncontrollably like withered leaves in an autumn wind. She responded with difficulty, "It seems that is the only way." Her voice was weak yet resolute, carrying a hint of a do-or-die determination.
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