There seems to be another dragon chant in my mind. As the Dragon chant slowly dissipated, the pain on my body began to dissipate. At this time, I looked at the old man's shadow and found that he had changed in my eyes. It is no longer a complete figure, but like a person assembled by countless small particles, the outline is somewhat blurred.

I stretched my hand forward, and the outline of the huge bow reappeared. The black dragon climbed from the hand to the bowstring and acted as a powerful bow and arrow. And the old man kept poking around with the little man, but I could not...