"Whoosh," the arrow shot out from the string, like a meteor piercing the night sky, with a piercing, sharp whistle, striking precisely at the people of Divine Sword Manor.
Every arrow released accompanied a heartrending scream, the enemy's body falling to the ground like dry branches broken by a fierce wind, bright red blood quickly spreading over the cold ground, painting the cruel battlefield with terrifying blood flowers.
For a moment, the people of Divine Sword Manor fell one after another, the battlefield suffused with a heavy, suffocating scent of blood, the stench wafting freely in the air, invading everyone's nostrils, making them nauseous.
Plum Blossom Dart Shan Zhi maneuvered nimbly through the crowd, his figure resembling a black phantom, moving so swiftly it was nearly impossible to capture his trace.
