A single Cloud-Piercing Arrow.
Afterwards, the lakeshore returned to silence.
The demon wife called Liu Wan'er looked at the woman whose throat was being pierced by Zhexiu and sighed. "My lady, although you obstinately insisted on your own path and were injured because you underestimated the enemy, we can't just watch you die like this."
She turned to Chen Changsheng and the gentle smile reappeared on her face. She sincerely said, "Little friend, you see, what do you think about exchanging hostages?"
Along with her voice, that middle-aged demon man called Teng Xiaoming slowly turned around, bringing the basket that was behind him to the front.
Chen Changsheng and Zhexiu could clearly see the marks of tears still evident on that female cultivator's face.
Zhexiu was expressionless. It was his custom to never do anything meaningless on the battlefield, let alone throw himself into a dangerous position.
