"Moshan, can you see what's happening in there?" Marquis Mo asked.
Beside him, Moshan stood with his bow, a mountain of a man.
A moment ago, Marquis Mo hadn't known it was Lin Hao. When he saw them turn on each other, he had told Moshan to hold his fire.
Moshan, bow in hand, shook his head. Though they had the high ground, the area was thick with dust and sand, making visibility extremely low.
But being unable to see didn't mean he was out of options.
After closing his eyes and listening intently for a moment, Moshan's eyes snapped open. In a low voice, he said, "Your Highness, I can't see him, but I can pinpoint Lin Hao's general location. The way his qi and blood are surging is incredible—like a raging river."
Overjoyed, Marquis Mo immediately ordered, "Loose your arrows! Kill every last person attacking Lin Hao!"
Moshan nodded and drew his bow once more.
Moshan drew his bow and loosed an arrow with his eyes closed.
This time, he nocked three arrows to the string.
WHOOSH!
