Zhi Jue's body was pinned to the ground, his limbs splayed out from the immense impact, and his head rolled away, slamming into the iron gate leading to the rooftop. His mouth was still shouting with undiminished vigor, "Damn it, it's an ambush!"
Ji Jiu didn't need to be told; he understood they had been ambushed. He slapped his palm on the ground, using a skill to shatter a large section of the rooftop tiles and stones. The debris flew up, hovering around him to act as a Shield and obstruct the enemy's line of sight. Simultaneously, he stomped hard on the ground and dashed to Zhi Jue's side, holding a slender, Western Longsword-like steel spike, sweeping it towards the Wooden Arrow pinning Zhi Jue's chest.
BOOM—
