"You go first."
Li Feng turned around and did not ride away, despite having dealt with the obstacles; ten ghostly wolf riders were still behind. If they weren't eliminated, tracking them would only invite more pursuers.
Ji Feixue and the few ladies rode past Li Feng, skimming past him through a hole burned by the Purple Flame.
But at that moment, Zi Yan, who was riding with Ji Feixue, suddenly leaped up, mounting Li Feng's steed, then pulled the reins to halt the horse and took the Wind Falcon Wings from her body, drawing her bow.
Whoosh.
An arrow pierced the sky, flashing like a shooting star towards the ghostly wolf riders, who, despite being aware and using weapons to block, faced Zi Yan's rapid-fire arrows.
The first arrow was deflected away, but the next one followed swiftly, giving no chance to react, instantly embedding into the chest of a wolf rider, who then fell from the ghostly wolf.
