Killing Zhang Jiao
"Young man, you're too arrogant! Although I'm not well, I still have these hundreds of Yellow Turban warriors. You can't defeat me!"
"Oh, is that so?"
Immediately, in a cold voice, he ordered, "Attack!"
The five hundred guards behind him instantly mobilized, raising their Zhuge Crossbows, their glinting iron arrowheads akin to lethal poison!
They shot out.
The Zhuge Crossbow could fire multiple arrows with immense power. A single arrow could pierce through iron armor and a person's body.
Zhang Jiao suddenly felt the imminent threat of death!
"Form up! Raise the shields!"
"Hey!"
The Yellow Turban warriors murmured lowly.
Gigantic golden shields were held in front of Zhang Jiao, deflecting the crossbow arrows.
However, the durability of these golden shields was decreasing rapidly. It was feared they wouldn't last much longer against the barrage of arrows.