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The Red String plucked, a Mythical Strike reappeared in the world!

The air froze, the earth trembled, and a golden glow as dazzling as the rising sun illuminated the scene. Numerous phantom fierce beasts flashed by, all victims of Great Yi's arrows.

There was a golden feather, the Three-legged Golden Crow soaring with outspread wings.

There was the Yaksha, with the shape of a bull, the body of a human, and the legs of a horse.

There was Chisel Teeth, with the body of a beast and a human head, its mouth filled with sharp tusks.

There were the Nine Youths, a fierce beast with nine heads that spat fire.

One after another, legendary creatures manifested along with the Mythical Strike. These were the achievements of Great Yi.

This was the Sun Shooting Golden Arrow, an arrow that ignores all defense and protection, destined to hit its mark!

In the past, when ten suns hung in the sky, it was Yi who shot down nine. He used this very arrow.