"Nai~" Bai Yujing immediately stood up, his figure rising, and Du Yu also promptly drew his bow and nocked an arrow.
"Whoosh!"
The blazing Fire Arrow shot straight towards the distant fleeing figure.
"Ahhhh!!!" The Emperor's Slave roared angrily, his body leaned, dodging the arrow, also shouting something at the far-off army.
"North Mountain?"
"North?!" Above the Cold Beast Array, the two riding the Demon Saint Roc, the Emperor's Ministers, thought they were seeing things.
The North Mountain Minister stationed at the pasture, how could he be here?
But it was definitely him, no doubt.
The appearance of the North Mountain Minister is the emblem of the High Mountain Pasture; no one from the Cold Race would dare to use such skin.
Under the drizzle, a series of Fire Arrows sped as they shot towards the Emperor's Slave.
Additionally, the two gray Holy Soldiers from before charged in the direction of the Emperor's Slave.
The Female Emperor's Minister's face instantly stiffened.
