Kaka's voice was ice-cold as several other Fire Phoenix Clan males lunged at Ophelia.
However, just as they were about to touch Ophelia, several cold arrows shot out from the bushes. The arrows flew so fast that the males couldn't even react before drawing blood. Some were hit in the arm, some in the shoulder, and one was even shot directly through the neck.
Kaka turned his head in shock. Seeing what was happening behind him, he knew things were bad. Ophelia had premeditated this.
Kaka helped Brada up and applied the medicine from his waist to his wounds.
"Kill... kill her for me," Brada said, filled with fury. He spat out fresh blood as he spoke, knowing he wouldn't survive this.
"Mr. Brada, I'll take you back to the Holy Capital."
"It's no use." Brada's face was pale, his eyes completely bloodshot. "Hurry back to the Holy Capital and find my father." He used his last breath to utter those words before going completely still.
