"Whoosh!"
A sudden, ripping sound splits the air.
Piercing and terrifying.
As if death itself has descended.
"Thud!"
The Fifth Grade expert, who had brought Han Dong from Zhenbei Prison and guarded her side—
A bloody hole appeared on his forehead.
A black arrow plunged into his brow and burst out the back of his skull, the arrowhead buried in the ground, the fletching humming violently.
"Squad Leader..."
He barely managed to call out before collapsing stiffly to the ground.
"Divine Archer, from the Divine Arrow Army? Hurry, take Han Dong and go!"
Blood Skull exclaimed in shock.
He had just tried to draw his blade and intercept that arrow, but couldn't defend against it.
"Over there!"
A Third-Grade Martial Artist pointed to the northwest corner, at a shadow standing atop the roof.
Han Dong, being dragged up from the ground by two Middle Third Grade Martial Artists, quickly spotted the figure. She felt a sense of déjà vu.
"Retreat!"
Blood Skull ordered.
