The Powerful Middle-Aged Scholar

"Huh? My arrow…" Duan Ling Tian frowned. He discovered he was unable to retrieve the arrow at all. It seemed like the Inscription Formation had failed.

"Don't tell me it's because of the gravitational pull here?" This was the only conceivable explanation Duan Ling Tian could come up with for now.

Previously, he had heard from Xue Nai that the magnetic field was different in the Dao Martial Saint Land due to its uncommon gravitational pull. Due to this reason, many Inscription Formations would fail in the Dao Martial Saint Land.

"If I had known about this earlier, I would've chased after the arrow… The speed of the arrow that was shot out by the Aerolite Shower is much slower than my Body and Arrow Synchronization anyway." Duan Ling Tian felt a little regretful.

"It's your turn now!" Duan Ling Tian's gaze quickly shifted toward the thirty over remaining wild beasts. An evil smile soon crept up on the corner of his mouth.

Whoosh! Whoosh! Whoosh! Whoosh! Whoosh!

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