"Is he… dead?"
Bu Ren looked at Xiao Qirui, who was dead on the ground. Thinking of the many brothers who had died in his hands, he pulled out his sword from the waist of the soldier beside him and was about to behead him.
An arrow brushed past the back of his hand and stabbed into Xiao Qirui's side.
The arrow feathers buzzed and vibrated. They seemed to be filled with grief and protectiveness.
Bu Ren's pupils constricted and he looked up at the city tower.
Yan Guangmao also looked over, his eyes darkening. "Let's enter the city."
His purpose in entering the city was not to attack the city. In his opinion, the current Nanling Pass was nothing to him.
The horn sounded, and the army quickly approached the city gate. However, due to the threat of the arrows, they tacitly bypassed the corpse on the ground that was filled with arrows.
