But it did nothing to stop the coming of Death.
The rhythm of the arrows never faltered, steadily and precisely reaping men's lives.
The last guard tried to leap from the tall building, but was shot through the head in mid-air. After his body hit the ground with a heavy thud, the small building fell completely silent.
Ono Shunyu was finally terrified. He began to ignore the pain and tried to pull out the feathered arrow that had pierced his palm.
But the arrow was embedded deep in the floorboards, and with only one hand to pull, Ono Shunyu couldn't dislodge it.
The more he struggled, the more frantic he became, until he began to curse hysterically.
"Come out, you bastard!"
Just then, a cold voice came from above him.
"Need a hand?"
Hearing this, Ono Shunyu froze instantly. He slowly raised his head to see Wu Liangchen standing before him, his expression calm.
His eyelids began to twitch frantically. The fear of death filled him with sudden regret.
