Sure enough, the arrow did contain a power similar to that of kendo. If she had the strength of her prime, she could still compete with it, or it would not be difficult to defeat the opponent. But now, after using the two swords of Eight Desolate Divine Meteorites in succession, all her spiritual power and energy have been used up, and her strength is still suppressed.

Even if the opponent's arrow was blocked by the Eight Desolate Divine Meteorite and its power was greatly reduced, she was still not able to resist it at this moment.

Relying on pure strength, her retreat speed was not slow at all, but the speed of the arrow was getting faster and faster. After Mu Hanyan took a few leaps and bounds, the sharp and cold arrow was in front of her.

Mu Hanyan didn't even have a chance to dodge, and could only use up her last bit of strength to strike out with her sword again.

With a sharp and crisp sound, the sword tip cut onto the tip of the arrow, sending out a shower of sparks.

Mu Hanyan felt a tremendous force surge through her body, radiating from the longsword. Every bone in her body was nearly shattered by the force. Even though she had given it her all, how could she possibly block the arrow with only strength, without any energy or spiritual power?

"Chi", just as Mu Hanyan's arm trembled slightly, the black arrow had already pierced her shoulder.

Mu Hanyan was involuntarily carried into the air by the huge force, spilling blood all over the ground.

"Bang" Mu Hanyan fell heavily to the ground. Her left arm, which was hit by the arrow, hung at her side. She lost consciousness due to the pain. Her right hand, which was holding the sword, was cracked and bleeding, and was shaking constantly.

Below the temple, everyone stopped cheering and shouted, looking at the seriously injured Mu Hanyan in shock and grief.

"Your name is Mu Hanyan, right? With your strength, you are qualified to know my name. My name is Mo Jiu!" The man in black robe straightened up, and a solemn look appeared on his ferocious face.

Mo Jiu, Mo Shiqi? Mu Hanyan thought of something from his name. But now, thinking about it was meaningless. She knew that the other party was only giving her his name out of respect. Perhaps he also saw it as a sign of respect for himself. The next moment, he would probably strike.

Just as Mu Hanyan thought, Mo Jiu drew his longbow again, and the black arrow flashed with terrifying light.

Judging from the black blood constantly flowing from the corners of his mouth and his constantly trembling arms, his injuries should be more serious than Mu Hanyan's, but the black aura outside his body continued to rotate, and streams of power that did not belong to him also poured into his body.

But even so, given his current condition, it is impossible for him to unleash the power of his arrows as before. But the problem is that Mu Hanyan is now completely devoid of spiritual energy and strength, and even her last bit of strength has been used up. It would be easy for an ordinary person to kill her, so how could she possibly escape unscathed from this arrow?

Seeing the arrow feathers still trembling gently on Mu Hanyan's shoulder and her lips so pale without a trace of blood, An Xiaxin bit her tongue hard and wanted to stand up, but after persisting for a whole day, she was already exhausted and didn't even have the strength to move a finger.

Beside him, two lines of turbid tears seeped out of Ye Yian's haggard eyes.

"Master Chief Priest!" Mu Tu's tall figure like a mountain stood in front of Mu Hanyan.

Next came Wen Gaoren, Sikong Qinglan, Shen Yuhe, and Gu Qingyang.

As soon as they left the teleportation point, they rushed to Huayu City. Mu Hanyan was stronger, so she arrived earlier than them. When they saw Mu Hanyan being injured by the long arrow from afar, they felt heartbroken.

They knew that if even Mu Hanyan couldn't block the arrow, they had no power to resist at all. The only thing they could do was to use their flesh and blood to block the arrow for her.

Ling Baobao also held the Ba Xia Dragon Armor and stood in front of Mu Hanyan. Although the Ba Xia Dragon Armor was immune to magic, the opponent's arrow did not contain magic, but the ultimate way of cultivation sublimated from the understanding of the laws. This was not something that the Ba Xia Dragon Armor could resolve, but he still went forward without hesitation.

Not far away, the members of the Mu clan who saw this scene had tears in their eyes and their blood boiling.

"Master Chief Priest!" Mu Chenglin roared and led a group of Mu clan members to rush forward and stand in front of Mu Hanyan.

"We swear by blood. From now on, we will defend your honor with our blood and our lives. No matter who it is, if they want to hurt you, they will have to walk over our corpses!" The neat oath sounded behind them. Yan Qingshan and Qi Ming, leading a group of temple guards, also stood in front of Mu Hanyan.

A temple priest, with a solemn and unwavering expression, approached their side. Next came the first people to migrate to Huayu City. Although many of them hadn't sworn such a vow, Huayu City offered them a final refuge. Mu Hanyan was their patron saint. Only if Mu Hanyan lived could she bring them peace and hope.

In order to protect the High Priest and this ancient temple, they are willing to sacrifice their lives!

"Kill!" With Mu Tu's loud shout, all the Mu family members, temple priests and guards, together with the common people, rushed towards Mo Jiu.

"Kill!" Immediately afterwards, the rest of the people swarmed out of the temple, charging frantically towards Mo Jiu. They were once the most humble refugees in the Divine Continent. Perhaps, generations upon generations, they had chosen to bow down before the powerful. But let's not forget that to survive in the cruel Divine Continent until now, they possessed an unyielding spirit.

At this moment, their blood was completely ignited.

Faced with the charge of tens of thousands of people who were risking their lives and feeling their determination to fight to the death, those battle-hardened bandits were at a loss and didn't know how to respond.

"Lowly ants actually have the courage to fight to the death." Mo Jiu glanced at the oncoming crowd with some admiration, then muttered to himself contemptuously, "However, trying to stop a chariot with a mantis arm will ultimately lead to one's own death."

"Kill them all!" Mo Jiu said coldly.

Beside him, the bandit leader blew a huge horn.

Amid the blaring horns, the bewildered bandits suddenly woke up, slapped their mounts, brandished their swords, and charged towards the priests, guards, and common people. Their shouts of killing suddenly resounded throughout the earth.

The bowstring that was tightly gripped by Mo Jiu's fingers suddenly loosened.

The black arrows seemed to tear the sky and earth apart, and the piercing screams that broke through the air actually drowned out the deafening shouts of killing.

The cold and ruthless murderous intent enveloped the whole area. The cold wind blew, making a whistling sound, so desolate and so tragic.

Mu Hanyan clutched her chest tightly, her vision blurring. She seemed to see countless civilians tragically slaughtered by the enemy's butcher knives, as if she saw loyal priests, guards, and members of the Mu clan bleeding like rivers under the engulfing magic arrows, some even being reduced to nothingness by the powerful force of the arrows.