Zhao Hai's mouth was bleeding. He had clearly been injured again. However, he didn't give up and directed the Flying Ship to crash into Huang daoran again.
A cold glint flashed in Huang daoran's eyes. The wordless monument once again slammed forward, and the spaceship was knocked back once more. Zhao Hai once again spat out a mouthful of blood. At the same time, the RAM, flagpole, and the waves forced Huang daoran's wordless monument back. Just as the wordless monument slowly retreated, a dark green Arrow flew straight towards Zhao Hai's throat. This arrow was extremely fast, and Zhao Hai's attention was attracted by the wordless monument. It seemed that he couldn't Dodge it.
In the blink of an eye, the small arrow had already reached Zhao Hai's throat. With a cold glint in his eyes, the small arrow had already pierced his throat.
