"Shoot! Kill that one!!" yelled Qing Ying while pointing his fingers at a peak-level Junior Magi, who was wearing a thick turtle shell.
Three Qing Yi Clan warriors pulled their long bows open towards the warrior that had been pointed out by Qing Ying. A large amount of highly poisonous arrows swooshed across the air and thickly stuck on the warrior's body. That Junior Magi huddled his body into the turtle shell that he was wearing, and dodged ninety-nine percent of the arrows that were shot towards him. However, the last arrow silently darted over and punctured his left palm that hadn't been hidden into the shell yet.
The Junior Magi howled pain, pressed the wounds on his left hand that had started to spurt black blood, lept down from the fence wall and tried to flee.