Chen Yi twisted his wrist, the blade path of the Brocade Spring Blade instantly shifted, colliding with the curved blade of Wuchang Eagle.
Boom!
The violent shockwave from the clash of blades sent leaves flying everywhere as Wuchang Eagle's figure staggered backward, scattering countless fallen leaves along the way.
Chen Yi likewise pulled back, his eyes catching the reflection of a cold gleam.
An arrow shot towards him.
Chen Yi's thoughts raced, and the arrow seemed to be pushed sideways, veering off course and embedding into the nearby poplar tree, almost fully buried.
He turned and dashed deeper into the dense forest on the mountain.
Seeing this, Death Sparrow pulled out a multi-barrel shooter, channeling his inner strength and blowing hard. Hundreds of silver needles shot out like rain, filling every gap in the woods.
