Jiang Yuan stared at the shower of arrows rushing toward him, his expression taut.
Turning gravitational pull into a repulsive force, he enveloped the green falcon under his feet within its range.
Every arrow that came within a radius of three feet from him lost all of its momentum and fell to the ground.
Seeing this, a smile instantly spread across Jiang Yuan's face.
Just as he had predicted, the repulsive force served as a divine defense mechanism.
Any foreign substances found it as hard to penetrate this barrier as crossing a heavenly chasm.
After all, supernatural abilities often involved inconceivable transformations.
Witnessing this mind-boggling scene, especially as Jiang Yuan continued to grow larger within his sights, Qian Lang's face turned grim. His prided archery skills were put to waste against Jiang Yuan.
A sense of defeat hit him hard.
The next moment, he turned and bolted in escape, leaving two stunned individuals behind.
