Looking toward the valley entrance, there was only Zhao Tianxing standing with his bow, with Cao Xingda and Li Qing close behind. There were no other reinforcements.
The last glimmer of hope shattered. Many turned their faces away, unable to bear the sight of the carnage to come. The sound of a woman's sobs echoed softly through the valley.
But for Cao Yan, who was leaning against the rock wall, the moment he saw Chu Fan, a light suddenly flared in his dim eyes!
In the blink of an eye, Chu Fan had already closed the distance!
Before he even arrived, without a moment's pause, he raised his bow with his left hand and nocked an arrow with his right. The bow bent like a full moon, its arrowhead glinting coldly as it locked onto the still-convulsing Bai Nan!
With a twang of the bowstring, the arrow shot through the air like a meteor, its tail trembling with a soft hum.
