Before the scorching sun could spread, an untold number of arrows had already rained down. The running beggars fell one after another. Their bodies were riddled with holes from the piercing shots.,Gongyang Bai glanced at the man on Fei Ying's back, no longer hesitating. He clasped his ten fingers together, holding them before him, his long hair swaying without wind, "Surrender now, and you might still return to your homeland in one piece! Because...the power of this next spell is beyond my control!!",Suddenly, everyone present heard the sound of a raging river. That surging and tumultuous flow was Zuo Guanglie's blood boiling!。