"Fat Tiger, you..."
Jiang Xiaobai staggered, his form unsteady, swaying as if about to fall, his voice strained as he spoke.
"Whoosh!"
Another cold arrow struck Jiang Xiaobai's shoulder, coated with a potent anesthesia, enough to fell even an elephant with a single arrow.
Jiang Xiaobai had taken two cold arrows, and although his entire body was numb, he still stood, refusing to fall.
"Kid, you're quite resilient!"
Fat Tiger roared loudly, "Bring the crossbow arrow to me!"
The one shooting from the shadows emerged and tossed the heavy crossbow to Fat Tiger. Fat Tiger caught the flying crossbow and aimed it at Jiang Xiaobai's legs, firing an arrow.
Jiang Xiaobai was hit by another arrow and this time, he finally fell down. A heavy drowsiness engulfed him from all directions like raging sea waves devouring his sanity. Jiang Xiaobai finally closed his eyes and fell into a deep sleep.
