C1164 The Destruction of the Brilliant Yin Hall

Chu Lin's gaze was fixed on the Extreme Darkness Palace, its aura of black mist stretching to its limits. The sharp glint in his eyes grew heavier, and his index finger, tightly wound around the bowstring, quivered uncontrollably. Blood seeped from his fingertips, trailing down the longbow to splatter on the sandy earth below.

The space before the arrowhead vibrated and cracked