The man stood tall against the wind.
"Cough, cough, cough..."
Unable to suppress it any longer, he began to cough, his back slightly bent, his entire body trembling.
Jiang Fei glared, "Master..."
He threw himself forward, unsheathed his longsword from his waist, and slashed towards the embedded arrows, urgently shouting, "Master, please move!"
Could it be that the injuries are too severe to avoid it anymore?
From the shadows, the sound of clashing swords echoed ceaselessly.
Jiang Shu was surrounded by hidden guards, Jiang Fei and Jiang Yang were the visible ones, more were hidden in the shadows, but apparently, this time the enemy had dispatched enough skilled personnel.
Those hiding in the shadows were being held back and couldn't rush over to help for the time being.
Just when Jiang Fei's eyeballs seemed about to bulge out, Jiang Shu moved.