Three arrows flew, and the nine suns fell!
Nine massive fireballs burst high in the sky, their sparks scattering as if revealing a blooming flower against the heavens.
All the creatures within the Hundred Thousand Mountains witnessed this celestial spectacle that resembled mythical fireworks.
"My, my, worthy indeed of being my father," Li Luoling couldn't help but nod slightly as she watched the flames in the sky; she actually held some resentment and even a tinge of jealousy towards Li Changhe.
Now it seemed that her father truly possessed some impressive skills. Satisfied, Li Luoling nodded and then pursued the Three Corpses God.
Meanwhile, Zhao Qianhui and the Giant Deer Mountain God, who had already retreated several kilometers away from the battlefield, watched the sky fireworks in silence. Luckily, they had distanced themselves from the battlefield, or they couldn't know how many might have been affected by the disaster.