"Ah..."
"Watch out..."
A cacophony of chaotic screams rang out incessantly, occasionally accompanied by the sound of arrows piercing flesh.
In the blink of an eye, more than a dozen people at the forefront were hit by arrows.
However, the martial artists' prowess was revealed at this moment. Even though arrows rained down like a storm, the speed of the few Inner Power Realm experts at the very front did not slow down in the slightest.
Guarding Yang Zhengling wielded a long spear, the spear thrust like a dragon, incredibly swift. With just a sweep of the spear shaft, the arrows rushing toward him were all swept aside.
Li Yue, with the Clothes-staining Hand, darted around. His hands flickered like lightning, and any arrow touched by his hands lost its power. Some were even slightly twisted and snapped, then reversed to pierce the neck of a bandit within the Ghost Head Stronghold.
