Together

In Yao Mountain City, numberless archers gazed at Feng Xing seriously.

In terms of art of archery, they might not be as good as Feng Xing, but they were not much worse either. They were all Eastern Wasteland elites. If they combined their powers, they would be stronger than Feng Xing by a hundred folds.

But, the bow held in Feng Xing's hands was the Yi bow, the greatest treasure of Eastern Wasteland.

Even Feng Xing failed to hurt Pan Yu...Seeing this, not even the proudest Eastern Wasteland archer dared to guarantee that he could do a harm to Pan Yu!

The arrows which had been flying out of Feng Xing's hands were not only arrows, but also the belief of Eastern Wasteland people, their spirits, their highest totem!