At the critical moment, Wei Wuque also flashed out, he forcibly endured the miasma invading his body, the blade horizontally collided with the middle of the spear, the corpse general immediately let go of one hand, Dong Gong Ruoshu swiftly flipped, her hands pressing on the knife for an upper slash, the white light seemed to tear through the night, ripping open a ferocious gash on the corpse general's unarmored rib.
"Miss Donggong, you owe me a life."
Wei Wuque kicked with a big foot, to avoid the miasma burst from the corpse general hitting him, suddenly a strong wind roared by his ear, a bronze crossbow arrow flew towards him, about to shatter his skull, but saw the knife tip flick, the arrow burst mid-air and broke apart, followed by a sound like thunder, the airwave lifting his hair into disarray.
"No longer owe!"
With that, Dong Gong Ruoshu pulled the reins, driving hard.
