Desire

"Kill!"

A flash of razor-sharp blade light split the enemy before Yang Lan in two. She didn't stop, but immediately left her spot and sprinted diagonally toward the front right.

Whoosh!

The next moment, an arrow wrapped in white currents of air buzzed into the ground where she had just been standing, burying itself completely.

That was close... Yang Lan's heart pounded. Her eyes darted as she glanced around, and at the edge of the battlefield she spotted a tall figure slowly lowering his longbow.

Their gazes met, and a cruel glint surfaced in his eyes.

"That guy..." Yang Lan was well aware of the situation. "He's got his eye on me."

Just then, Zhao Cheng leaped over from somewhere, his once-clean clothes stained brown.

"Let's work together and take that guy down."

He had also noticed the threat posed by the archer.

Yang Lan didn't hesitate. She agreed at once.

"Okay."

As soon as she spoke, she and Zhao Cheng split up. Yang Lan surged with her energy and charged toward the archer, thudding forward as if she were ready to risk her life.

This time, Yang Lan took the initiative to act as bait and support Zhao Cheng. She had no choice: that guy was after her, so this was the only way.

"Don't let me down."

With a keen glint in her eyes, Yang Lan swung her blade wildly and closed in on the enemy, praying Zhao Cheng wouldn't screw up.

"Interesting."

At the edge of the battlefield, the tall, broad-armed man curled his lips and chuckled.

"You've got quite a lot of nerve, daring to throw yourself against a rock with an egg."

He drew a deep breath, then swiftly pulled out a long arrow, gathered his strength, and drew his bow... In barely half a