The Mountain King was completely obliterated, his body exploding in a spray of blood. It was a horrific sight for all who watched.
However, this was just the beginning.
With a single flap of its wings, the Phoenix conjured a mighty gale. The arrows stuck in its feathers were instantly sent flying back toward the men of Wakayama, raining down in a torrential storm.
SWOOSH! SWOOSH! SWOOSH!
One by one, the warriors of Wakayama were struck down and killed by their own arrows.
Furthermore, the force generated by the Phoenix's wings was immeasurably greater than that of any bow. A single arrow could pierce clean through one man's body and carry on into the person behind him. It was like they were being skewered.
