The cold gleam that Lin Yun shot out was the Divine Artifact Ingenious Change.
He, Bai Jiaojiao, and Wang Wanqiu rushed over upon receiving the news and saw a swath of blue clouds from afar.
Seeing the blue clouds, Lin Yun's fear almost got the best of him. There couldn't be Qing Shui here too, could there!
Fortunately, the blue clouds dissipated just in time, allowing Lin Yun to glimpse the scene within the valley—a purple streak below, with many strange figures being swept away by the waves.
In an instant, Lin Yun recognized it as a Transmission Spell and decisively fired an arrow.
Shoot the horse before the man, capture the leader first. Among the crowd, he immediately spotted the most dazzling target.
The Qiaobian Spear shot out like a dragon, like a meteor, whooshing past and lodging in Yu Jiaolong's left eye.
Lin Yun's archery was impeccable. With no obstacles, he could hit someone's head from eight hundred miles away—not just splitting a willow branch.