As Han Dong spoke.
Liu Jinhu perked up his ears.
His face, shrouded in black mist, revealed a look of anticipation.
"Whoosh whoosh whoosh!"
But at that moment—
Three cold arrows suddenly shot over.
All aimed at his vital points.
The fierce sound of air being pierced made him realize that these three arrows were far more powerful than he had imagined.
The black mist before him seemed to instantly turn into a massive vortex, locking the arrows in place. His interference with Han Dong was also cut off, and Han Dong's words trailed off unfinished.
"Who's there?!"
Liu Jinhu staggered four or five steps back.
Even though he blocked those three arrows, the overwhelming impact was still too much for his already injured body to bear.
"Whoosh whoosh whoosh!"
Jiang Feng rose up, three arrows after three arrows, each one targeting Liu Jinhu.
He leapt onto the dilapidated rooftop of Sword Casting Manor, using his archery skill to suppress Liu Jinhu, forcing him to retreat.
