In a short time, Zhong Qian's heart was tormented several times.
Reason kept preventing him from rushing out, not because he was afraid of death, but because he knew that he was not only carrying his own life.
He was the God of Archery, the symbol of the Nightingale Organization. His companions were watching him, and so were the mountain people of the Gorge Area. Therefore, he could not fall down, he could not fail, or many people would lose their faith.
He clenched his teeth and bore with it. He looked on as Lu Ping and the others walked toward the main road without any hesitation. They charged forward without any hesitation.
"Idiots!"
Zhong Qian shouted angrily, but the fight had already begun.
Even if he thought it was suicide, Zhong Qian still hoped that Lu Ping and the other four could successfully rescue Mo Sen and survive.
However, these five fellows didn't have any plans at all. They just rushed forward in a daze, extinguishing the faint hope in Zhong Qian's heart.
At that moment, he closed his eyes, not wanting to see the tragic scene. Then, his two companions shouted, "Got it!"
Got it?
Just for a while?
Zhong Qian quickly opened his eyes and saw that Mo Sen had been rescued, and the five people had begun to evacuate.
"That's possible!" Zhong Qian was stunned. It was a miracle.
But then he found that the five people were not in good condition. They had rescued Mo Sen, but it was hard to say whether they could get rid of the City Lord's Mansion.
"Help!"
At this moment, Zhong Qian did not hesitate.
Lu Ping and the others could even create such a miracle, he really could not continue to be a bystander.
"Give me the bow!" Zhong Qian shouted as he rushed out.
His two companions, a man and a woman, the man was called Ge Feng, and the woman was called Mi San, saw him rushing out and followed him without hesitation. But when they heard his request, their expressions changed.
"Your current state …"
"Don't worry, give it to me!" Zhong Qian directly interrupted Mi San's words.
On the road to the north exit, Chu Min had decided to sacrifice herself to buy time for Lu Ping and the others to escape. The arrow was like a gust of wind. Just at this moment, it flew from behind her and shot a spy in the head. Wei Hu, who had dodged the arrow in a hurry, ignored the spy who had sacrificed himself and continued to chase after them. However, as soon as he took a step forward, he felt a tearing pain in his waist. His entire body was leaning towards them.
Wei Hu hurriedly stepped sideways to steady himself, but the pain was even more intense. He looked at his waist, which was already dripping with blood. Reaching out his hand to touch it, he found a finger-deep wound there.
Was it that arrow?
Wei Hu was shocked.
Although he was in a hurry, he was certain that he had completely avoided that arrow. This also meant that this wound was actually caused by the wind created by that arrow. Just how powerful was that arrow?
Wei Hu subconsciously turned around to look at the spy whose head had been blown off by the arrow. In the end, he saw Wei Meng's panic-stricken face, shouting at him.
What are you talking about?
Wei Hu saw Wei Meng's mouth opening and closing with great force, but he couldn't hear a single sound. Then, Wei Meng's panicked expression turned into despair.
What?
Wei Hu realized that Wei Meng had suddenly become very low, to the point that he had to look down on him, and the two of them clearly hadn't made any big movements!
Following that, Wei Hu saw his own body. Blood was spurting out of his neck like a fountain.
Where's my head?
Wei Hu's consciousness finally stopped at this doubt. His head did a somersault in the air. He landed on the ground, his eyes still staring at his body that had yet to fall.
"Ahhhhhh!!!"
Mighty was roaring.
The sound that came from the Soul of Cry made many of the guards who were only in the Perception Realm and didn't have much accomplishments in the Soul of Cry reveal pained expressions.
But after all, this was not a sound attack ability. For cultivators like Lu Ping who had already reached the Linking realm, it did not have much of an impact.
The five of them quickly retreated, including Chu Min, who had been prepared to stay behind and risk her life to fight. With Zhong Qian's help, she followed behind the four of them and covered their retreat.
Wei Meng was in great pain and rage. He was roaring, but the footsteps of him, the secret agents, and the guards who were chasing after them all began to hesitate.
They didn't look at the five people that they had tried so hard to deal with. Instead, they looked far away, at a place that many people's eyesight couldn't even see clearly, at Zhong Qian, his bow, and his arrows.
The first arrow's wind heavily injured Wei Hu and blew up the head of a secret agent.
The second arrow's wind was like a knife, directly sending Wei Hu's head flying. An armored captain of the garrison guards was pierced by the arrow along with his armor.
And now, the third arrow.
The bowstring was like thunder, reverberating in the air. The arrow was like lightning. The moment the bowstring sounded, the arrow was already in front of him.
The arrow was very accurate, shooting straight at the other leader of the group: Wei Meng!
The arrow passed!
A string of blood blossomed.
Just like Wei Hu, he had dodged the arrow head-on, but was still inevitably injured by the arrow's wind. Wei Meng had predicted that the next arrow would be shot at him. Before the bowstring sounded, he was already dodging. Even so, he was still injured by the arrow's wind.
Behind him, a mist of blood spread. One by one, the secret agents and soldiers revealed expressions of horror. This arrow had pierced through four people in a row.
Previously, they were just hesitating, but this time, everyone stopped in their tracks, including Wei Meng.
He covered the wound caused by the arrow's wind. He really didn't have the confidence to dodge again.
Was this the true arrow of the God of Archery?
Wei Meng was already afraid. Previously, on the boulder at the north exit, he had dodged an arrow from his opponent and used the head of the mountain people to return the favor. He thought that the arrow of the God of Archery was only so-so.
Now he knew that he had misunderstood. The power of that arrow was definitely incomparable to this arrow.
Forward? He didn't dare to do it again. Wei Meng was more worried about what he would do with the next arrow. He didn't even dare to retreat, for fear that any movement would give the opponent an opportunity to take advantage of him.
But the fourth arrow didn't come. Little did they know that Zhong Qian had already vomited blood three times and was completely unconscious.
Seeing that Lu Ping and the others were getting further and further away, no one dared to chase after them. But the next arrow didn't come either.
Only then did Wei Meng realize that the opponent's ability to control such an unstoppable arrow was probably limited. Three arrows might have exceeded the opponent's limit.
"Continue chasing!" Wei Meng roared.
But everyone was hesitant.
They weren't like Wei Hu and Wei Meng, who could still dodge. When they encountered that arrow, death was the only way out.
Wei Meng could be so decisive, but they didn't dare. The previous three arrows had completely scared them out of their wits.
Wei Meng, who was covering his wound, chased a few steps forward. Then, he felt that something was wrong. He looked left and right, but no one was following him.
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