Dark clouds gathered like a heavy block of iron, pressing down on the entire city.
Everyone felt a palpable sense of pressure, their chests tight, as if they could barely breathe.
Meng Qianqian's arrow shot forth like a flying Star Hammer, piercing through the dark night sky with lightning speed, shattering the window paper of the side room and hitting the towering, unmoving silhouette.
Thud!
The silhouette fell heavily, giving off a resounding thud.
Meng Lang's eyes widened: "Did it work?"
Yucheng Building was equally astonished.
Shan Cheng, that magician surpassing the master, was truly shot by the Yin Hu Guard?
Thinking of the wizard's skill, he instinctively lowered his head, touched his chest, and checked for any transferred injuries.
Glad to find himself unharmed.
He quickly glanced at Meng Lang and Lu Yuan, both of whom were safe and sound.
Only then did he relax.
Meng Qianqian... seemed to truly have a way to deal with the wizard.
