"You'd better catch this one, too. Go."
As he spoke.
The ice arrow shot through the air with the force of a thunderclap. Immense power pulsed from it. A bone-chilling aura swept across the entire Open Sea, and at that moment, the temperature plummeted until the very air seemed to freeze solid.
The ice bow, formed from currents of water, now floated upright before Aaron Sinclair. It radiated a frosty aura and glowed with a lustrous sheen. Though it looked like a top-tier Magic Treasure, it was, in fact, a manifestation of his Cultivation.
He had just drawn the bow and nocked the arrow, one foot braced at an angle while his hands pulled the string, a true display of using both hands and feet in unison.
Across from him, Jocelyn Grant had only just managed to steady herself when she looked up to see another volley of ice arrows hurtling toward her. The force was so immense that she was forced to defend with all her strength, unable to hold anything in reserve.
