Clang!

Right when the ink black arrow was only over 10 centimeters away from the center of Yang Ye’s forehead, a spear had suddenly struck it, and then a light clang resounded as it broke apart.

An Nanjing withdrew her spear. After that, she turned to look at the rain of arrows that blotted out the sky as they descended, and her pupils constricted. It wasn’t someone that the strength of a single person could resist. Not to mention that she was only at the Spirit Realm right ...