In this moment, more than Xiao Yuansui's worry, Wo Xue, seated behind Yu Wenye, was utterly terrified.
Unlike those enemies in front, although she was sitting behind Yu Wenye, and that tall, broad figure seemed to block out all danger, at such close distance she could clearly smell the thickening scent of blood on him, and could see even more clearly that one of Yu Wenye's hands had been completely dyed red with fresh blood.
His wound was still bleeding continuously.
When he cut through that arrow just now, his wound must have torn open!
Though that spear had not seriously injured him, at a time like this, how could a wounded Yu Wenye possibly withstand so many enemies before him? How could he withstand Hua Ziyang's second arrow?
But it was already too late!
Just as Wo Xue was burning with anxiety, that arrow had already shot over, turning into a streak of cold starlight before their eyes!
