Chen Zhennan lay prone on the roof, his body pressed against the cold tiles, his eyes fixed on Jia Long's every move like a hawk's.

He held the rifle steadily at Jia Long's head, his finger lightly on the trigger, ready to pull it at any moment.

On Jia Long's side, another arrow flew in with a whistling sound, and he quickly dodged it.

Based on the direction the arrows came from, Jia Long was finally able to pinpoint the enemy's location.

However, Jia Long frowned deeply. He had very few places to move, while his opponent was in a superior position, making it extremely difficult to take him down.

Chen Zhennan's gaze was as sharp as a falcon's. He turned to look in Song Yunyang's direction and saw her figure moving quickly in the night, as silent as a ghost.

Song Yunyang moved very quickly, clearly looking for the best shooting position, intending to approach Jia Long from behind.

Turning back to look at Jia Long, he was also quickly changing positions, but Chen Zhennan's brows were slightly furrowed.

Instead of climbing the wall, Jia Long crouched down and moved quickly along the high wall, even faster than Song Yunyang.

Although Chen Zhennan wasn't an archer, he understood the advantage of being on a high vantage point and really couldn't understand what Jia Long was up to.

After a few seconds, Chen Zhennan noticed Jia Long's movements and suddenly understood his intention.

Jia Long was clearly trying to hide himself and didn't want to be exposed to Song Yunyang's gaze.

Looking at Song Yunyang again, she continued to move in the expected direction, clearly intending to miss her target.

Chen Zhennan lay on the roof, his eyes fixed on Jia Long's every move like a cheetah.

Time passed slowly in the tense wait. As Song Yunyang's position moved further and further away from Jia Long's hiding place, Chen Zhennan slowly aimed at Jia Long's location.

Taking a deep breath to calm himself, Chen Zhennan pulled the trigger two seconds later.

The bullet whistled through the air and struck the wall next to Jia Long with a sharp clang.

The sound was exceptionally clear in the quiet night. Jia Long immediately stopped, his body tensing instantly, like a startled wild beast.

Jia Long looked in the direction of the gunshot, but all he could see were stone walls hit by bullets and scattered stone chips.

Chen Zhennan had already put away his rifle and taken cover on the other side of the roof.

When Song Yunyang heard the sound of bullets hitting the wall, her heart skipped a beat, and she realized that she might have made a mistake.

Without the slightest hesitation, she turned around and quickly moved toward where Jia Long might be hiding.

Jia Long's figure moved quickly in the shadows of the palace, his forehead covered in cold sweat, his breathing becoming rapid, and his steps becoming frantic.

He changed direction again, trying to evade the hidden gunman, but Song Yunyang had already approached his position like a ghost.

Chen Zhennan climbed back onto the roof, his eyes sharp as knives, his gun steadily aimed at Jia Long, firing a shot every now and then to disrupt Jia Long's movements.

Bullets whizzed through the air, each shot kicking up dust and gravel around Jia Long. Although they didn't hit him, they were enough to terrify him.

Jia Long was so angry that his impulsive emotions slowly overcame his reason, and his actions began to become chaotic and disorderly.

"Jia Long, you can't escape!"

Song Yunyang's voice, like a war drum, resounded through the night sky, and the arrows, like shooting stars, streaked across the sky, heading straight for Jia Long.

She drew her bow with astonishing speed, and the arrow flew out with a loud whooshing sound.

Jia Long sensed the danger approaching from behind, his heart tightened, and he quickly dodged to the side. However, the arrow still grazed his shoulder, bringing a stinging pain.

However, Song Yunyang's voice calmed him down considerably. His own younger brother had died at Cuiming Mountain, and his opponent was none other than Song Yunyang.

Thinking of this, Jia Long was not to be outdone. He quickly created distance and, using his agile body, began to counterattack.

"Hmph, trying to run? Not so easy!"

Song Yunyang gave a cold laugh, her eyes burning like flames, and the two engaged in a near-frenzied exchange of fire.

Compared to Song Yunyang, Jia Long was faster, his movements as agile as a snake, arrows flew around him but could never hit him.

Song Yunyang, on the other hand, had the advantage with the power of her specially made bow and arrows, aiming straight for Jia Long's vitals with each shot, the arrows flying towards Jia Long like a barrage of cannon fire.

Every dodge by Jia Long was incredibly risky, while every arrow from Song Yunyang carried a deadly threat. The difference in weaponry was simply too fatal for Jia Long.

"Bang!"

Another shot rang out, and the bullet struck the stone wall next to Jia Long once again, disrupting his movements.

"Son of a bitch!"

Jialong cursed angrily, and the next second, Song Yunyang's arrow grazed his cheek.

Feeling the burning pain on his cheek, Jia Long hurriedly retreated, but Song Yunyang was not about to let this opportunity pass.

"Again!"

Song Yunyang roared and drew his bow again, the arrow flying straight towards Jia Long like a shot from a bow.

Jia Long's expression changed, a wave of panic washed over him, and he turned around abruptly, attempting to retaliate.

However, Song Yunyang's arrow was already close by, and a tense atmosphere filled the air, as if even time had stopped.

"clang!"

With a crisp sound, Jia Long and Song Yunyang's arrows clashed before him, sparks flying everywhere.

Chen Zhennan's eyes followed Song Yunyang's movements closely. Seeing that she had gained the upper hand, he slowly lowered the gun in his hand, wanting Song Yunyang to kill Jia Long herself.

However, as time went on, Chen Zhennan suddenly realized that something was wrong. Song Yunyang's movements began to slow down and her physical strength was obviously declining.

Although Song Yunyang has shown amazing courage and strength, he still cannot escape the natural limitations in terms of physical strength and cannot compete with a battle-hardened man like Jia Long.

Chen Zhennan frowned, raised his rifle again, adjusted his breathing evenly, and slowly raised the muzzle to aim at Jia Long.

Jia Long grinned maliciously, seemingly mocking Song Yunyang's powerlessness.

Just as Jia Long was about to launch a counterattack, "Bang!" A gunshot rang out. Chen Zhennan pulled the trigger, and the bullet flew out, hitting his calf directly.

The intense pain caused Jia Long to collapse to the ground instantly, a look of agony on his face.

Upon seeing this, Song Yunyang was overjoyed. She quickly drew her bow and aimed the arrow at Jia Long's shoulder without hesitation.

The arrow sliced ​​through the air like lightning, instantly piercing Jia Long's right shoulder.

Jia Long let out a scream as his body fell to the ground from the impact of the arrows, blood gushing from his wounds and staining the ground red.

With his shoulder pierced, Jia Long could no longer retaliate. He could only lean against the wall with a face full of resentment, his eyes coldly fixed on Song Yunyang who was slowly approaching.

Chen Zhennan, carrying a rifle, slowly approached and walked up to Jia Long with Song Yunyang.

"Jia Long, we call this teamwork the 'men and women working together makes the work easier,' you agree?"