On the other side of the roaring battlefield.
Zhu Ziyan moved like a fluid, silent shadow across the scorched ruins, her body blurring through the air as she tried to close the distance to catch the third officer.
But the master archer was exceptionally nimble, leaping backward across broken walls and shattered rooftops with incredible agility, continuously drawing his golden composite bow and unleashing a relentless hail of lethal spiritual arrows directly at her.
SWISH! SWOOSH!
Every time the glowing arrows whistled through the night sky, threatening to pierce her heart, the tiny baby Gryphon, Juju, perched securely on top of Ziyan's head, would fluff its feathers and let out a sharp, high-pitched chirp.
Instantly, an impenetrable wind barrier materialized out of thin air, deflecting every incoming projectile into harmless, glowing sparks of light.
