Seeing that there is no way to avoid it, Yang Ling groaned coldly, turned back and reached for the arrow.

"silk!"

the arrow body is surrounded by electricity and light, making a "crackling" sound, like a swimming fish, but it can't earn Yang Ling's strength. The arrow struggled for several times, suddenly disappeared and turned into a wisp of purple smoke.

at this time, the purple black smoke in front suddenly changed and condensed into a huge image. On top of the image, there is a line of huge bows and arrows, which seems to be unfolding.

as soon as this picture appears, Yang Ling is immediately attracted to it...