章 1427: Who Was He?

In the face of absolute numbers, the speed and power of the arrows became meaningless.

All the arrows that the centaur scouts shot were detonated by the shards of the storm ahead of time, and they blossomed into brilliant fireworks around Meng Chao.

Not only did they not touch his fur, but they also added some mysterious and unpredictable colors to him.

The remaining fragments flew toward the centaur scouts at twice the speed under the impact of the explosion and the impetus of the totem power. The top Deity Realm archers of Picturesque Orchid Lake were all turned upside down.

In an instant, the area of nearly a hundred meters around Meng Chao became a forbidden area that could seemingly freeze all attacks.

Any Turan orc who dared to attack him would either roll on the ground or be as limp as mud. Other than pig-like squeals, they could not make any other sound.