Shen Ruoxi was suddenly taken aback; she had not yet had the chance to warn Jun Moling. Instinctively, she dashed towards the hollow at the edge of the cemetery without regard for her own safety.
"Shen Ruoxi, come back!" Jun Moling's voice, torn with anguish, echoed through the air.
Immediately after, his figure flashed like lightning as he charged forward.
However, as soon as he arrived, a surge of fierce heat forced him back violently.
"Boom"
The sound of a violent explosion erupted suddenly, and the scene before him was instantly shrouded in thick smoke. Jun Moling's mind went completely blank; he stood there dazed, as if his soul had left his body.
"Kill! Kill Jun Moling..." The deafening sounds of battle surged like a tide.
Zhai Wen, guarding outside the tomb, shouted desperately: "Archers, crossbowmen, fire!"
In an instant, a rain of arrows filled the sky, whistling toward the enemy advancing like a tide.
"Shen Ruoxi, Shen Ruoxi."
