Those arrows, Mu Qingge had experienced them before, and at that time, she didn't feel they were particularly remarkable.
At this moment, as she looked through that mirror, she realized that the day in the forest when she caught the Mountain Charm clan's arrows with her bare hands wasn't because she was that impressive, but because the Mountain Charm clan was merely warning them.
If it were now...
Mu Qingge gasped silently in her heart.
In the mirror, the three hundred Mountain Charm arrows split into two, then two into four. When shot, there were clearly only three hundred, but in the sky, they transformed into countless arrows, densely packed, rushing towards the Dragon Clan in the sky.
Those arrows seemed able to stir the winds and clouds, suddenly darkening the sky, with faint thunder rumbling.
Crack—!
