When he returned to the Time Tower from 12th Street and was about to head to 10th Street, he happened to run into Wang Ling and Long Jianfeng coming from a distance. As they landed on the buildings of 10th Street, two streaks of light quickly followed them, being deflected by the defensive barrier before quickly adjusting their direction in mid-air and flying towards them again.
From the state of collision with the defensive barrier, the two Flying Arrows were not high-level attack props, but they had the advantage of speed. Under continuous attack, there was always one or two times they managed to hit the gap in the duo's defenses.
"What a hassle." Long Jianfeng got his shoulder grazed. The wound was not a big problem, the key issue was the poison on the prop. Although he had taken the antitoxin, he still felt dizzy and confused, and it seemed that the symptoms would not ease for a while.
