Having fought countless battles, Ghost Face was naturally adept at dodging a mere arrow.
With Shang Xiye and Ji Fengyao on its back, it easily leaped and moved aside, defusing the crisis.
"Your Highness, your sword!" Wuying behind him tossed a blazing sword hanging beside the Iron Wolf Rider to Shang Xiye.
Without turning his head, Shang Xiye reached out and caught it. The four men and three riders moved slowly in a triangular formation, keeping watch.
Chen Xiao, who was lying in ambush on a high place some distance away, was slightly taken aback, then flew into a rage and roared in a low voice: "The person hasn't even entered the encirclement yet, which idiot shot the arrow? Get out here!"
"I saw that a trap had been activated over there, and I thought I had alerted them and they might run away, so I... I fired an arrow," a masked man in black answered from the far corner of the ambush formation, half-raising his body.
His black clothes didn't fit him well; they were a bit too short, revealing half of the red hem underneath.
The guard next to him: Brother, who are you? There were people here just now.
"A trap, a trap my ass! That's a snare! I think you're deliberately trying to betray us! I'll fucking kill you!" Chen Xiaoyi was so angry that he drew his sword and was about to come over and chop someone down.
Suddenly, the man in black, whose red robes were partially hidden, pointed at Shang Xiye and his two companions who were still far ahead and exclaimed, "Young Master, look! They've changed their route; they're definitely running away!"
Chen Xiaoyi turned his head and saw that it was indeed true. Moreover, the direction Shang Xiye and the others left was not towards the lower circle. He quickly raised his longsword and ordered, "According to the second plan, quickly fire arrows to stop them from deviating from their course."
The archers lying in ambush nearby immediately stood up, nocked their arrows, and unleashed a barrage of arrows.
"Your Highness, it seems they want to send us to the other side."
"It seems we haven't entered the encirclement yet."
Wuying and Wuhen each said a sentence in a low voice.
Ghost Face was hindered by the dense rain of arrows and dared not advance rashly, for those arrowheads were all coated with deadly poison.
"Trying to ambush me? Heh, interesting." Shang Xiye mounted the Ghost Mask, a completely different person from when he was in the wheelchair. He laughed with a mix of arrogance and domineering. Finally, he looked down at the little bandit in his arms and asked, "Your Highness, are you afraid?"
"Your Highness, you underestimate me too much. I am a bandit!" Ji Fengyao raised her small face, her expression fully expressing her contempt for him.
The little bandit's lively and eager eyes completely delighted Shang Xiye.
"Mischievous," he chuckled lightly, quickly leaning down to kiss her raised forehead, then turning the ghost mask around and sending it hurtling towards the encirclement.
Ji Fengyao suddenly turned her head and subconsciously reached out to touch the spot on her forehead where he had kissed her.
What does he mean by that? It feels like he's flirting with her.
The sound of the wind and the rustling of branches through the forest whistled in her ears, accompanied by the sound of arrows piercing the air behind her. These quickly attracted Ji Fengyao's attention.
Having visited several peaceful worlds, she hadn't experienced real combat with weapons in a long time, so she couldn't help but feel excited.
Although her current cultivation level is not yet at the first stage of the Spirit Gathering Realm, she is still confident in her ability to control the limited spiritual power within her body and deal with these ordinary soldiers who only possess brute strength.
Shang Xiye remained vigilant at all times, carefully observing changes in the surrounding terrain and even the growth of vegetation.
He suddenly called out in a deep voice, "Shadowless!"
"Understood!" Wuying responded in a low voice, then turned the Iron Wolf Riders and headed in another direction.
Ghost Face carried Shang Xiye and Ji Fengyao through the forest for about two thousand meters. The three of them and two riders were approaching the center of the dense forest. The bushes and grass around them gradually thinned out, and the trees grew taller.
"Wuhen," Shang Xiye called softly, while slightly pulling on the reins, slowing down the Ghost Face's pace.
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