A burning arrow struck her palm, and a piece of wood hit her head, but these were not fatal injuries; they only slowed her down.

The fatal blow came from the last crossbow bolt, fired by Yun Zhe at close range, a bolt gleaming with silver light.

The mithril arrow quickly penetrated Hamelin's body, and then Yun Zhe fired a second arrow, and a third arrow.

Seeing Hamelin slow down, everyone realized what was happening and started sending rockets at him.

Hamelin burst into flames, letting out a shrill roar, and pounced on Usha like a madman.

But the young man who had pierced her heart held her tightly. The young man pulled out a wooden stick from somewhere and stabbed it into Hamelin's back, then forcefully stabbed it into his own chest.

Hamelin stared blankly at the young man in front of her. She finally realized that the young man's name was Lorraine, and he was one of Yun Zhe's henchmen.

Then Yun Zhe ripped Hamelin's head off. Yun Zhe kicked Hamelin's body away and glanced at Lorraine, whose eyes were still open.

“I…I wrote you a letter, but…I guess it’s already burned…burned.” Yun Zhe hugged Lorraine, who was still talking, and began searching for scrolls with medical effects.

“Listen…listen to me…” Lorraine grabbed Yun Zhe’s hand. “Serena is still a child, she shouldn’t…but…help…help her…” Lorraine wanted to say something more, his mouth still opening and closing. But Yun Zhe knew that Lorraine had completely left this place, and Yun Zhe could no longer feel any thoughts in his mind.

Yun Zhe released Luo Lin, slumped onto the grass in a daze, and remained silent for a long time.