Bai Zemin put the blood arrow on the bowstring and with an incredibly agile movement took aim, pulling the arrow and the string back with all his strength.
His eyes narrowed into slits and his line of sight became smaller. In return for narrowing his field of vision, Bai Zemin's eyes gained a small but noticeable boost of clarity as even the white clouds could not block it.
Everyone's eyes were fixed on the blood arrow and the golden bow. It was unnecessary to mention the clearly high value of the bow as the sparks of solar flares around it were more than enough proof of its rarity and preciousness, but that arrow...
"Just... What skill is that? It's just an arrow but it feels like the Soul Fisherman's scythe is aiming at me." One of the two Second Order soul evolvers muttered bitterly.