An arrow clustered and spun.
Like from over twenty years ago at the border city, piercing through the mountains, piercing through the heads of his fellow soldiers, then coming to the present. Cheriji, with a fierce and brave spear, struck this arrow and swung his long spear like a dragon, repeatedly pushing back the enemy forces, the air waves like a rainbow, transformed into Dharma Form.
But behind Wang Shunchen's arrow, there was another one.
Cheriji didn't even know how he got shot.
Only a pain at the center of his brows, that fierce bravery, even in the stance of being surrounded, stalled, originally lifting the long spear like a heavy axe, about to kill the defeated deputy of the golden scimitar cavalry directly. But the strength drained away from his body like water.
His eyes widened, in a trance he saw himself twenty years ago.
