The warrior nailed to the ground by the steel arrow died with eyes wide open, unable to believe that he had been pierced and pinned down by a casually thrown steel arrow. Worse yet, he couldn't even free himself.
A white light from his soul floated out, his face still bewildered. After all, he had been extremely cautious, activating his survival skill the moment he sensed danger.
Being ambushed by some overwhelming means might have been acceptable, but dying like this was just incomprehensible.
Looking over to the other side, his companion, at least, was killed by an explosive strong crossbow, but he had died without that trigger—such humiliation.
Others succumbed to superior skill, whereas his death was simply disgraceful.
Li Yao and the Enchantress paid no heed to what troubles these two dead figures were pondering. He swiftly reloaded the nearby crossbow.
