Beneath the vast sky were two royal banners with identical designs. At this moment, two kings stood beneath them, merely a hundred meters apart.
Xiulote stared unblinkingly, his focus fixed on Tizoc not far away.
The initial speed of the longbow exceeded 60 meters per second; in but a single breath, hundreds of feathered arrows shot forth. Carrying a sharpness that pierced everything, they flew through the gaps in the shields, penetrated the sturdy leather armor, and sank deep into the soft flesh. Then, the arrowheads emerged from the bodies and pierced into another form, blood suddenly gushing forth!