He retreated almost without a second thought, swiftly and invisibly.
In the blink of an eye, he had vanished without a trace.
It took two full rounds of shooting before the archers ran out of Purple Thunder Rockets.
They watched the spectacle with excitement.
In reality, the physical destructive power of the Purple Thunder Rockets wasn't that terrifying, but the momentum just now, if on the battlefield, would certainly cause the warhorses to panic and lose control, and average soldiers could fall into psychological collapse after several rounds of shooting.
Because the sound was just like the roar of Heavenly Thunder exploding by one's ear.
Ren Tianyou's mouth twitched; he hadn't expected Xu Qing to get his hands on Fang Immortal Dao's Purple Thunder Rockets.
This kid was too eerie.
