For Jiuyun Ying, who had protective Qi surrounding him, taking a few hits was nothing at all. Those cuts didn't even break his armor, let alone require the protection of his True Qi defense.
As the battle concluded, Ichuan Fei, who had let down his guard, felt his arm grow increasingly painful, to the point where he couldn't help but cry out in agony.
Hearing his voice, everyone else immediately tensed up. Jiuyun Ying and Gaofeng Yang rushed over with their blades, asking with concern, "What happened? Were you shot with an arrow?"
"It should be yesterday's arrow wound," Luzun Qian replied.
"Let me see." Jiuyun Ying said, inserting his blade into the snow and carefully unwrapping the bandage on Ichuan Fei's left arm.
Yesterday's arrow was clearly problematic, either poisonous or infected. At this moment, Ichuan Fei's arm was swollen, and black blood was oozing from the wound.
