They came like raging waves, swallowing Lance in an instant.
But—
Lance did not retreat.
Lance's yellow eyes shone in the darkness.
In the palm of Lance's hand, the Black Thunder solidified rapidly.
The air vibrated, lightning flashed, creating ripples of energy that shook the ground beneath their feet.
And then—
"Be destroyed."
An extraordinary blade of thunder formed.
BZZZT!!
In the blink of an eye, the lightning exploded before everyone.
The tentacles attacking Lance reached their peak—and then, everything collapsed.
BZZT! BZZT! CRACK!!
Lightning struck, obliterating the tentacles into ash.
The swirling darkness that was about to engulf Lance now vanished in a cloud of smoke and static electricity.
As the lightning dimmed…
Only half of the girl's body remained.
However, it was not over yet.
Black blood dripped from the girl's lips, but there was no longer any anger in her eyes.
In fact, the girl was smiling.
Not a sweet smile full of deceit, not a devilish grin ready to tear apart its prey—
But a peaceful smile.
The girl looked at Lance, her voice calm.
"Thank you."
The girl did not see her body slowly fading away, did not look at the tentacles that had now turned to ash.
Instead, the girl gazed at Lance with eyes no longer filled with hatred.
And before the girl's body completely vanished—
Her hand moved.
Something floated in the air.
Something that the girl threw to Lance.
Lance caught the object reflexively.
When Lance opened his palm... An arrow.
...
...
...
An arrow with deep black feathers.
Is this what Murray Anthony extracted from Letao Feng?
But… what exactly is this?
Lance stared at the arrow with furrowed brows. He wanted to ask more, but the figure of the girl had vanished as if she had never been there.
"Ah, so here it is." A calm yet experienced voice sounded behind Lance. The Ancient One stood with a faint smile, the wise gaze of the Sorcerer Supreme fixed on the arrow Lance was holding.
Lance's eyes sparkled. "Sorcerer Supreme, I want to know… what is this arrow really for?"
The Ancient One stepped closer, gently extending a hand. "This is a sacred artifact from the Realm of the Olympic Gods—Apollo's Arrow."
As the Ancient One's fingers touched the surface of the arrow, a golden light flickered between the gaps of his hand. In an instant, the black-feathered arrow transformed—its feathers now gleaming gold, while the shaft radiated bright light, as if it had just been forged in the fires of the gods. Under the setting sun, the object looked extraordinarily magnificent.
"Apollo's Arrow is the weapon of Apollo, the god of light and the sun. This weapon is paired with the Bow of Apollo," the Ancient One said in a flat tone, but there was a sense of reverence in his voice. "The Greek gods have entered their twilight age, with only a few remaining in the universe. Apollo, the sun god, has also fallen. Without his source of power, this weapon has gradually lost its glory… until it has become like this."
The Ancient One gazed at the arrow for a moment, then continued, "Once, I heard that this weapon fell to Earth. I searched for it for years, but I never expected to find it in your hands today."
(PS: Don't complain about Chinese people using Greek god artifacts as heirlooms. In the comics, these two items were found in a farmer's home in Guizhou. Then, they were seized by a group of criminals. It was the Ancient One who personally retrieved them and placed them in a glass case at the New York Temple, right next to the levitation cloak.)
Lance was stunned, a mix of emotions swirling within him. This was not just a relic—it was a legendary weapon, an artifact that could rival the power of Thor's hammer. But… should Lance just hand it over after acquiring it with such difficulty?
The Ancient One noticed the hesitation on Lance's face and smiled faintly. "You have left Kamar-Taj; do you think I would still steal your belongings?" The Ancient One's tone was light, almost teasing. "I just want to ensure that this item does not fall into the wrong hands. If this arrow is in your possession, I can feel a little more at ease."
Lance smiled awkwardly and quickly expressed his gratitude. "Thank you, Sorcerer Supreme!"
As Lance brushed the surface of the golden arrow, he felt its smooth texture, as if it pulsed with remnants of ancient power. However, a question suddenly arose in Lance's mind: By the way, the power of the God of Light must be oriented towards light… So how could Murray Anthony be so evil?
The Ancient One merely shook his head and smiled faintly, as if understanding Lance's confusion but choosing not to answer him directly.
Then, in an instant, the Ancient One raised his hand.
A gentle breeze swept through, so fast it was hard to catch with the naked eye. Nancy, standing not far from them, felt something move past her. Nancy turned around cautiously, and at that moment, her eyes widened.
The old Chinese man… had vanished.
All that remained was a set of tattered clothes that now fell to the ground, blown by the evening wind.
Nancy stared blankly at the clothes, her mind beginning to connect the dots that had previously been missed. The old man and the mysterious girl from earlier… They were linked to each other.
If the demon is destroyed and the girl disappears, then the old man will also vanish with her. They were all so transfixed by the recent events that no one noticed this moment happening.
Meanwhile, the Ancient One remained calm, as if everything was going according to what the Ancient One had anticipated. However, what was now in the Ancient One's hands was something else—a large, ancient bow, adorned with intricate carvings that could not be understood by the ordinary eye.
The bow looked very old, weathered by time, as if it had witnessed thousands of battles and forgotten histories. No one knew how Letao Feng had managed to bring this object to this place.
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