At the level of grandmasters, some have also started getting injured.

Mo Kai was so enraged that he could hardly breathe.

He had sacrificed 45 years of his life and had no more cards left to play, but this was the final outcome.

It was supposed to be a battle he had painstakingly planned for several years.

This is intolerable.

Ying Mountain Ridge, wise throughout his life, ended up outsmarting himself.

Not only did he lose the Suspended Arrow Tower, he also lost his most talented nephew from the Ying Family.

At this moment, Ying Mountain Ridge was devoid of any fighting spirit.

Even though Ying Fenghuang had been killed, his body was not spared by the human martial artists; his nephew was hung on the city wall, swaying in the wind, looking extremely miserable.

Ying Mountain Ridge’s heart was shattered.

Fei Xiao and Gang Tree were never ones to hide their trump cards; they have always been straightforward.

This battle was truly tragic.

For the Five Races Alliance, this was a last stand.

Without support from the Palm Eye Race, just one Luojian Beast King was enough to drive the Alien Race Grandmasters mad.

About 80 minutes remained until the beheading at Thunder Sacrifice City.

Rumble!

He Pi charged back and forth. Despite his injuries, his assaults appeared formidable, but he was reserving some strength for escape.

After all, being seventh grade, He Pi could not afford to put himself in danger.

He Pi, cunning and sly, managed to coast through without others noticing.

"Gong Ling, are you ready?"

Su Yue, compressing his boiling Qi blood, gritted his teeth and asked Gong Ling.

Due to the terrifying vortex surrounding Su Yue, even descending from above would affect Wang Lu Feng and the others if they ignited the radar tower’s roof.

Ultimately, Su Yue and Gong Ling landed separately on the rooftops of two nearby buildings.

With a distance of 200 meters, it wasn’t a significant issue.

"Ready!"

Gong Ling nodded seriously.

Her eyes scanned the battlefield, her pupils unfocused.

Yet Gong Ling’s crosshairs remained on He Pi.

She was calculating wind speed, spiritual Qi turbulence, He Pi’s movement trajectory, and his speed habits.

After all, they were a group of grandmasters; should you stare directly at them, they would certainly sense it.

The Endless Arrow had already been used; with the next arrow, Gong Ling could not exert it again and needed a short rest.

Thus, Gong Ling needed to aim.

Aside from the Endless Arrow, all other archery techniques required aiming.

If she missed, Gong Ling would let her comrades down.

"Alright, I wish you a lethal strike!"

Su Yue took a deep breath.

The Qi blood embracing Gong Ling surged more vigorously.

Under everyone’s gaze, Gong Ling astonishingly raised the Chief Profound Bow once more.

The entire audience was once again shocked.

Was one arrow not enough?

What kind of monsters are these, a third-grade wielding grandmaster power, their energy seemingly endless?

Are they still even human?

Liu Yizhou and the others looked at each other incredulously.

This was insane; they all thought that with Su Yue’s landing, the Grandmaster Chain massacre would be over.

Swish!

Not even bothering to aim, Gong Ling’s second arrow sliced through the void, collapsing layer upon layer of space along its path.

There was no extraneous motion.

What was called aiming, Gong Ling had already prepared before drawing the bow.

All she needed to do was charge the Profound Bow Air Arrow.

And it all concluded within a second.

...

He Pi was not worried at all.

After all, he was seventh grade; however powerful that bunch of brats was, their target was still the sixth grade.

No one would be foolish enough to directly target a seventh grade.

Just as He Pi thought, the most nervous people present were the sixth-grade grandmasters.

Especially the Yangxiang Race and Palm Eye Race Grandmasters, as their defense power was generally low, making them the most prone to being instantly killed.

On the contrary, the Steel Bone Race felt disdain.

They weren’t afraid of Gong Ling’s arrows.

He Pi mingled among the chaos, appearing normal.

But in the next blink, he intuitively sensed something was amiss.

Something felt wrong.

Why was his breathing so tense, why did he have a premonition of impending death?

Impossible.

Absolutely impossible.

But in the next instant, He Pi found himself frightened out of his wits.

Damn it.

Why was this arrow coming at him?

He was a seventh grade; why would anyone target a seventh grade?

He Pi immediately attempted to dodge.

He focused and endeavored to analyze the trajectory of the arrow.

Regrettably, despair overcame him instantly.

He Pi realized that no matter which direction he fled, the arrow would pierce through him in less than a second.

No chance to escape.

This is the mark of a top-level archer.

They aren’t aiming at you, the person, per se, but rather at a section of the surrounding void, leaving you nowhere to hide above or below ground.

"Damn it, I can only face it head-on!

"I, He Pi, have no fear of a sixth-grade archer’s arrow!"

Just as He Pi moved one foot, the arrow had already reached his face.

He Pi felt no fear.

I am seventh grade; as long as it doesn’t hit my hidden wound, at most, I’ll suffer a minor injury.

He Pi swung his long knife, ready to deflect the arrow.

Yet, in the next moment, he was terrified into breathlessness.

It vanished.

Yes.

The arrow aimed at his face suddenly disappeared into thin air.

Thud!

He Pi lowered his head again.

A bloody hole appeared at his site of hidden injury, without deviation.

Utter despair.

He Pi finally understood.

The arrow shot at his face was a mere reflection conjured by the arrow’s vibrations; he was seeing things.

The real hidden threat was aimed at his vital point.

Damn it!

How could my vital point be exposed?

Except for Lan Qi, no one knew about my vital point.

Could it be...luck?

Why was I so unlucky, so unwilling to accept it?