"Pa!"
A loud bang from behind.
This time, the sound was so close, so loud.
"Whoosh!"
A sharp whistling suddenly arose.
"What!"
Zhao Da's face changed dramatically, suddenly feeling a bone-chilling cold behind him.
"How is this possible?"
He screamed inwardly. He had just used the secret technique of Grass Soaring, consuming a large amount of Qi and blood power to increase his body technique by fifty percent in a short time!
But how could the distance between him and the other person still get closer?
The sound behind him?
He instinctively dodged to the side.
But it was still too late.
The arrow with great kinetic energy pierced through his back and flew out from his chest.
Zhao Da flew into the air, intense pain erupting as if his body was being torn apart.
"Bang." With a loud noise.
His body fell heavily to the ground, and the blood dyed the grass beneath him bright red.
"I can't die, I can't die."
