Chapter 250 Who Says an Archer Can't Fight Up Close?_1

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The clouds accumulated in the sky shattered, and lightning crisscrossed the empty night sky.

The river surged with red blood and black waves.

Martial masters shot forth like shooting stars, leaping a hundred yards in a breath, seemingly riding the wind, turning into arrows and viciously piercing into the crowd.

Thunder, firelight, roars.

The black world suddenly became a fragile curtain, thick blood and severed limbs spurted chaotically upwards with no pattern or rhythm, smearing the air.

The ground occasionally shook, tiles from the military barracks built with rammed earth fell, and firelight filled the sky.

The spreading dust and flickering orange light caused all shadows to jump violently, blurring, spinning the world around.

The martial masters, swept up by the momentum, dashed forward with all their might—the ones coming from behind were allies, and those in front were the enemy!