That arrow could only cause a superficial skin wound to the distant Wind God Envoy.
A bleeding, superficial skin wound.
Such an injury on an ordinary person would merely count as a scratch, let alone on a Fifth Grade Great Success Wind God Envoy.
But this arrow was different.
It was his strongest arrow.
Suddenly,
standing atop the cliff, fierce winds swirled around him, with falling snowflakes moving around him.
At this moment, he seemed to be enveloped by an invisible storm, with his position at the very center of it.
His robes buzzed violently in the storm.
The band holding his hair also burst open suddenly, his black hair wildly dancing in the storm as if he was a demon stepping out of the tempest.
The storm surged into the arrow, and then Thunder Light began to flicker on it.
Elsewhere,
though Jiang Ning's arrow had yet to be shot,
the Wind God Envoy abruptly halted his advance, his expression turning extremely solemn.
