Now my body seems to have been out of my control, and even though my hands are in terrible pain, I still pull the egret bow to its fullest point.

My head was drowsy, but my bow and arrow were still aimed at Zhao Honghuang. He was somewhat surprised by my performance: "Are you coming with me?"

I want to talk, but my mouth can't open, especially the pain from my hands. And now I use the Mediterranean bow instead of the Mongolian Shila bow!

I have a feeling that if something goes wrong now, my finger might even be broken!

Blood came out of my finger, blood came out...