"Blood Vine Great Formation!!!"
Chen Yuanxin roared. As his voice fell, torrents of blood-red vines suddenly surged skyward and lunged at Li Zhiyi.
Li Zhiyi's eyes were icy. The Blood Brand suddenly vibrated at high frequency, and the blade dragged out hundreds upon hundreds of blood-red afterimages.
Rumble!
The surging blood-red vines were chopped to pieces.
With a bang!
A blinding flash of gunfire erupted, instantly blasting Li Zhiyi's shoulder apart. Blood sprayed as his body began to stagger backward.
At the very rear of the army, a short-haired woman crouching atop a tree branch cried out in delight. She held a silver sniper rifle three meters long, strange black flames swirling around its muzzle and coalescing into black bullets.
"I hit him!"
The short-haired woman cried out gleefully, one eye fixed on Li Zhiyi through the scope.
"Good work!" Chen Yuanxin laughed.
At last, she'd drawn blood.
The short-haired woman sneered and pulled the trigger again.
Bang! Bang! Bang! Bang!!!
She fired several shots in an instant.
Li Zhiyi was hit in three places: his chest, abdomen, and neck. His body was hurled backward, blood spraying wildly.
The short-haired woman regretted that one of her bullets had clearly been aimed at Li Zhiyi's head, but he had dodged it.
Still, these few shots were enough to cripple half his strength. Especially in a battle where every second counted, Li Zhiyi's weakened combat power could only lead to his defeat.
The next moment,
the short-haired woman took aim again, locking onto Li Zhiyi's eyes through the scope.
Then, suddenly, she felt a chill.
The man she'd shot had only taken a single step back. When he turned to look again, his eyes were as cold as the Nine Nether.
The short-haired woman's breath caught. In that very instant,
Li Zhiyi