A Swift Arrow Cannot Pierce Glazed Strength, Iron Chariots Hide Crossbows and Ignite the Beacon Smoke

Zheng Ji was moving too.

He was like a gray line skimming along the ground, weaving through the gaps in the chaos created by Jing Huan and the four Death Warriors.

Twice, crossbow bolts nearly grazed his back before burying themselves in the mud.

He could feel the fierce wind kicked up by the arrows lashing painfully against the back of his neck.

But he did not look back. His eyes remained fixed on the carriage that was more tightly sealed than the others.

The ninth carriage.

At the very instant that poisoned Death Warrior fell.

"Wheee!"

A shrill whistle pierced through the battlefield's din like a steel needle.

That was Gongshu Yuan's signal!

Zhao Jiu, on Ji Jian's back, had every muscle in his body suddenly tense as hard as iron the instant he heard the whistle!

"Now!"

Zhao Jiu growled.

Ji Jian did not hesitate in the slightest. The inner force he had been accumulating for so long erupted with a thunderous burst!

Though carrying someone on his back, his body suddenly "shot" up from the ground. Like an arrow released from the bowstring, like a streak of green lightning swept up by a gale, he flew straight toward the side wall of the ninth carriage!

He was too fast.

So fast that it surpassed everyone's expectations.

Jing Huan and the four Death Warriors were still feinting around the tenth and eleventh carriages, drawing most of the Repeating Crossbow fire toward those positions.

And the angle Ji Jian chose happened to be a blind spot for the crossbow windows of the ninth carriage.

A protruding carriage joint stood there, blocking the firing lines from the crossbow windows on both sides.

Thirty feet.

Twenty feet.

Ten feet!

Ji Jian stamped heavily onto the gravel beside the Rail-Car, then used