Faced with Wei Shu's desperate attack, Seba knew that if he didn't use his trump card today, this day next year might be the anniversary of his death!
Faced with death, he disregarded all sense of decency and, trembling with fear, shouted with Wei Shu, "Where are the archers! Shoot him dead now!"
The soldiers of the Di Kingdom: "..."
When generals of two armies duel on the battlefield, the winner is always determined by their respective abilities.
This sudden act of having them shoot and kill the enemy general is such a despicable act that if word gets out, all the soldiers of the Di Kingdom will lose face!
But they were just ordinary soldiers. Seba was the commander, and his words were military orders. Who would dare to disobey a military order?
Almost everyone in the Di Kingdom was skilled in riding and archery.
Seba gave the order.
Immediately, one or two hundred soldiers drew their bows and nocked arrows.
"put!"
At Seba's command, a hundred or two arrows were released and shot straight at Wei Shu!
"mean……!"
Wei Shu and the soldiers on the city wall watched with eyes wide with rage and a chill running down their spines.
Just as Wei Shu was about to be pierced by a hundred arrows.
"Roar!"
"Awoo!"
Two earth-shattering roars suddenly echoed from the distant horizon!
A pink figure appeared in the sky, riding a sword, arriving like a beautiful shooting star in the blink of an eye.
"Buzzing...!"
After a series of muffled and dense sounds, the hundred or so arrows that had been shot at him seemed to have hit an invisible wall, and all of them fell to the ground less than ten steps away from Wei Shu.
At this moment, Ji Fengyao, with a bright smile, stood gracefully in front of Wei Shu.
Seeing Wei Shu's blood-soaked appearance, the little bandit girl frowned slightly: "General Wei, didn't I tell you to stop? How did you get yourself into this state?"
"Your Highness..." Wei Shu chuckled foolishly, "You've come, it's so good that you've come..."
He recognized the voice of the ghost mask and saw Ji Fengyao. He knew that Shang Xiye should have returned as well. He breathed a sigh of relief and immediately collapsed to the ground.
Ji Fengming and Hei Xiao arrived one after the other on their swords.
The two quickly helped Wei Shu up, one on each side, and carefully placed her halfway on the ground.
Ji Fengyao took out a bottle of genuine spiritual liquid from Mangshan and brought it to Wei Shu's lips: "Here, just take a small sip."
Wei Shu still had some residual consciousness, and as instructed, she took a small sip from Ji Fengyao's hand.
Instantly.
A cool sensation slid down his throat, instantly soothing his internal organs and making them feel incredibly comfortable, just as if they were on fire. The injuries that had been plaguing him for one or two months were instantly healed!
"Your Highness, this is..." Wei Shu sat up from the ground, her eyes wide with surprise.
Ji Fengyao quickly capped the jade bottle containing the spirit liquid, gave the remaining half-bottle to Wei Shu, and winked playfully, saying, "This is my newly prepared enhanced version of spirit liquid, isn't it amazing?"
"Amazing! This is simply a miracle drug!" Wei Shu nodded hurriedly, his heart filled with admiration for Ji Fengyao's medical skills!
Ji Fengyao arrived too quickly.
The attention of the Di soldiers, including Saiba, was entirely focused on Wei Shu at the time, so they didn't notice how Ji Fengyao came to be.
But when Ji Fengming and Hei Xiao arrived, they saw clearly that the two of them were flying in from the sky on swords!
Who can fly?!
That must be a deity!
Oh My God!
They were actually fighting against gods!
No wonder the Ninth Prince was still lying in his tent sleeping soundly even though the war had lasted for seven months.
It turns out he had such a group of immortals by his side!
Then why is he in such a hurry?!
Who the hell could beat him?!
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