"Watch how I make this move!"
As he spoke, the newcomer swung a slash at Shen Tang.
A massive, solid crimson blade of light, accompanied by the shrill cries of countless hawks and falcons, poured toward Shen Tang. A hazy layer of flame enveloped the blade. The flames were scorching hot; wherever they passed, the heat distorted not only the air but also the countless ghostly faces packed within the blade. The searing heat carried a hint of gunpowder smoke. Wei Shou naturally wasn't going to stand by and watch this happen. Without a moment's hesitation, he flashed in front of Shen Tang. As he frantically poured martial energy into the giant axe in his hands, it swelled rapidly as if being inflated, growing until it stood between heaven and earth.
Boom—
The high heat burst outward with a gust of gale-force wind.
A stray spark caught Wei Shou's beard on fire. He casually slapped out the flame and asked Shen Tang, "My lord, are you all right?"
If something happened to Shen Tang now, she would definitely be the shortest-lived boss of his career. Wei Shou's concerned question received no reply. To his horror, he realized there was no trace of his lord behind him. At some point, her presence had shifted elsewhere.
And that place was behind the enemy.
Her longbow stretched to a full moon, and arrows fell like a rushing tide.
"Hmph—" The enemy didn't take the attack seriously at all. He sneered, "The same trick again. All flash, no substance."
He swung a slash to cut through the rain of arrows.
But a third wave of arrows poured in from another direction.
A fourth, a fifth, a sixth...
Shen Tang fired one volley and changed positions.
In the blink of an eye, she had surrounded