Ripples appeared in the air, forming what looked like an invisible wall. When the elder’s arrow—a shot capable of piercing through Wang Han’s skull—struck this barrier, it began to crumble inch by inch from the tip, dissolving silently into nothingness.
Though it takes time to describe, all of this happened in a flash. Wang Han’s breathing turned shallow, his hair standing on end. In that moment, he truly felt the approach of death. It had been so close—just a hair’s breadth away. For a second, he thought he saw his great-grandmother beckoning to him.
His rear end was still trembling uncontrollably, and his face was somewhat pale.
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