Yan Jin's voice carried a cold, unyielding resolve as he taunted the Bloodwitch, his words piercing the air like the arrows he loosed. "Old witch, you think you've lost everything? Let me show you real pain," he declared, releasing an arrow that sped past the Bloodwitch without making contact.
For a brief moment, the Bloodwitch sneered, thinking his aim had faltered, but then realization dawned on her. Yan Jin's arrow was not meant for her—it was meant for someone else. She whipped around, her eyes widening in horror as she saw the arrow flying straight toward her granddaughter, Fu Miao.
With a swift movement, she lashed out her tendrils, intercepting the arrow just in time to save the girl. The tendrils wrapped around the projectile, crushing it into dust before it could reach its target. But the momentary relief was overshadowed by a sickening dread.
"Why are you here?" she yelled at Fu Miao, her voice a mixture of fury and panic.
