In the nick of time, a streak of black light tore through the curtain of rain, tracing a bizarre arc.
CLANG!
A strangely shaped Money Dart struck the side of the arrow's shaft with pinpoint precision, sending sparks flying.
Under the powerful impact, the Black Iron Arrow—which could have pierced Liu Wu's long, slender neck—was violently knocked several inches off course. It grazed her snow-white skin, drawing a trace of blood as it flew off into the distant darkness.
Immediately after, a handsome and elegant figure wreathed in crackling lightning appeared, blocking the way before the Hanging Mirror Gate.
It was Su Yu, who had rushed over to provide support!
"Commander Liu, looks like I'm not too late."
Su Yu's calm words drifted out as he stood his ground, blocking the path of the enemy charging from the distance.
"Who are you? Get out of the way!"
