Give It to Them If They Want It

The Calamity-grade bullet sounded as Zhou Wen dodged it without any suspense.

Just like last time, none of the bullets could touch Zhou Wen's body. The seventh sure-kill bullet could only fly around him.

When Zhou Wen dodged the first round of bullets, An Jing didn't immediately rush out.

An ancient bow appeared in her hand as she aimed at one of the doors. The arrow that shot out was actually connected to a thin thread. The other end of the thread was in An Jing's hand.

After the arrow flew out, it immediately pulled An Jing's body out as she instantly disappeared through the door.

The arrow's speed had almost reached the limits of the Mythical stage. It was even close to the Terror grade.

What was even stranger was that the arrow could actually turn by itself. It flew through the maze-like passage like lightning, but it did not touch any walls.