*Pfft, pfft, pfft—*
A rain of arrows whistled through the air. Jia Lingyun wielded the Imperial Sword, parrying a wave of them, but was caught off guard by a sudden surge of Baihao Troops. He took three or four blade wounds, and blood soaked his clothes in an instant. Jia Lingyun was already covered in blood, however, and the new gore simply mingled with the old, the only difference being the shades of crimson.
"Jia Lingyun!!!!"
Chapter 786