C560 Twelve Shakyamuni

Just as the old White Dragon's hand was about to grab hold of Tian Jia, a sharp arrow suddenly shot towards him with a whoosh.

This arrow was extremely fast. The old man used all the strength in his body to barely dodge it. However, he was already covered in cold sweat from fright.

Lan Tian was also shocked. He looked towards the opposite side and frowned