The speed at which the Turkic general and Zhao Zun exchanged blows was too fast, their two figures continuously moving and changing positions in the dust, making it difficult for her to lock onto a stable shooting point.
Han Lei's brow furrowed tightly, her fingers tightening and relaxing on the trigger, relaxing and tightening again and again for several times, yet she was never able to pull the trigger.
She was afraid that even a fraction of a second of error would cause the bullet to mistakenly hit Zhao Zun.
Her face was full of anxiety and tension, her heart racing, and her breathing becoming rapid.
At this moment, Hua Tianyou, who had fallen behind, limped up with urgency on his face.
At the foot of the mountain was already a cacophony of battle cries, and Zhao Zun and the others were unknown.
Hua Tianyou was anxious inside, seeing the two of them not only stopped, but Han Lei also hugging something and lying on the ground, unaware of what she was doing.
