The horse suddenly knelt down, and at the same time.
Lin Zichan also flew out from the carriage.
As the carriage flipped over, Lin Zichan returned to the ground.
Just landed.
"Hmm!"
Lin Zichan let out a low groan.
An arrow pierced directly into his right arm.
Lin Zichan couldn't afford any delay; he forcefully pulled the arrow out and then used Qinggong to flee swiftly.
The assassins behind him pursued relentlessly.
Lin Zichan's face grew paler, blood streaming from his arm, cold sweat covering his body.
Only then did he realize the arrow was poisoned.
No wonder the guards protecting him were so quickly wiped out.
Lin Zichan bit his lip, using the pain to keep himself from passing out.
He desperately pushed forward.
Suddenly, he squatted down.
In front of him appeared ten or so men in black, trapping him directly.
Lin Zichan turned to escape.
The ten or so assassins chasing him had blocked his retreat as well.
Lin Zichan warily observed the people around him.
