An arrow flew through the air, piercing through the domain of ice and frost before striking the deathly ice blade with unerring accuracy.
The ice blade and arrow shattered almost simultaneously, sending shards of ice and wood clattering onto the ground below.
"City Lord, save me!" Fox yelled in a panicked voice immediately.
"Michael?" Urien turned toward the oncoming black horse-drawn carriage in the distance.
There was a tall and broad figure standing in the carriage, and it was none other than the lord of Chaos City, Michael. He put down the black bow in his hand, and looked at Urien as he said, "Urien, I don't know what happened here, but I hope you can calm down. Please do not kill people for trivial reasons in Chaos City, especially representatives of the dragon race."
Fox heaved a sigh of relief upon hearing that. Michael's words were more useful than anyone else's in Chaos City.
