Cries of agony rang out among the Black Armor Army. Wherever the arrows passed, anyone hit by one would either die or suffer severe injuries unless they possessed the strength of a first-rate martial artist. Where the arrows were densest, a whole swath of Black Armor Army soldiers lay sprawled on the ground.
"Stop!"
Teng Qingshan's eyes reddened. Even if he had exposed himself, he shouldn't let so many soldiers die for his sake. He struggled to charge out of the crowd.
"Prepare!"
In the distance, Gu Shiyou gave the order coldly. The five hundred Divine Crossbow Army soldiers swiftly loaded their bolts.
"Stop!"
Zhuge Yuanhong, who had forced Gu Yong back with a single sword strike, turned pale at the sight. His daughter was also among the Black Armor Army. He couldn't imagine what was about to happen.
"Hmph."
Gu Yong merely sneered, joining Wan Tuyou of the Snow Eagle Cult in blocking Zhuge Yuanhong.
The five hundred Divine Crossbow Army soldiers were all ready. Gu Shiyou raised his right hand, then suddenly swung it down.
"Fire!"
Another thousand bolts shot forth. They fell like rain with ear-piercing whistles, this time covering the area where Zhuge Qing stood.
"Get down!"
The surrounding Black Armor Army soldiers wanted to protect Zhuge Qing, but her heart was entirely focused on Teng Qingshan's safety. She stared fixedly at him.
"Qingqing!"
Zhuge Yuanhong's grief-stricken voice suddenly rang out. Amid the sea of people, Teng Qingshan instantly locked onto that pale-green figure. The delicate figure looked at him, and in that instant, their eyes met.
Teng Qingshan watched helplessly as the arrows rained down and Zhuge Qing found herself in mortal danger. He could only watch, reaching out in vain to grab her. At that moment, he felt utterly powerless...
Zhuge Yuanhong, who could