Yu Wenye already felt that familiar sense of oppression, exactly the same as when he was at Xingluo Granary. He twisted his wrist to grip the reins tightly while lifting his head, his eyes like lightning, swiftly scanning the endless sea of people ahead.
A figure gradually revealed a familiar silhouette amidst the blood mist and smoke.
It's Hua Ziyang!
He didn't hold the reins, letting the warhorse beneath him gallop on, even though the hoofbeats were turbulent. Yet, he seemed to stand effortlessly atop the horse's back, holding a bow with both hands. Another arrow was nocked to the fullest extent of the drawn bowstring, the tip glinting coldly in the gap left by Shen Tu Tai pulling back and Xue Lin being struck, aimed straight at Yu Wenye!
At the moment he saw clearly, Hua Ziyang raised his arm.
The arrow on the bowstring instantly turned into a meteor, shooting rapidly toward Yu Wenye.
