At the same time, behind Yuwen Hu, two to three hundred people gradually gathered, forming a circle and surrounding Xia Hong in the center.
"Truly, the wheel of fortune turns! Leader Xia Hong, this time, you've lost!"
Xia Hong did not speak, he simply stared at the giant bow in Yuwen Hu's hand, or more accurately, the white bowstring of that giant bow.
Seeing that the bowstring was also twisted from white silk threads, but several times thicker than the bowstrings seized from He Meng and his men last time, Xia Hong's expression slightly changed.
Even though so many arrows had just been fired at him, the ones Xia Hong truly cared about were only three: the first arrow aimed at Luo Yuan, the second shot at his left eye, and the third forcing him to dodge.
These three arrows were clearly shot by Yuwen Hu.
Not to mention the first and last, the middle one alone had enough power to break through his skin, its strength definitely above one mane.
