The warhorses galloped through the plum trees, the biting wind like a cup of strong liquor, feeling as sharp as a knife when it filled the lungs.
The low branches of the plum trees scraped painfully across his face. Chen Ji crouched low on the horse's back, glanced back, and saw the Five Mad Soldiers in hot pursuit, one Mountain Hunter silently aiming a Bone Bow at him.
He suddenly swerved his horse in another direction, fleeing northeast. A sharp Bone Arrow brushed past his back, slicing off a strand of hair.
Bone Blade without bow and arrow, but with a long knife, hurled a stone towards Chen Ji. Instinctively, Chen Ji blocked with the horn bow in his hand. With a clang, the stone exploded into fragments, shocking his hand that held the bow.
No match!
Who knows how long these Five Mad Soldiers, summoned by flesh and blood, can persist? Bodies will rot, fire will extinguish, eventually they will dissipate... but how long must I endure?
Chen Ji didn't have an answer.
