Unaware of the guards on the other side of the thick stone wall, Yan Xiaobao continuously led his faction toward the entrance. Suddenly, an arrow sliced through the air and embedded itself in the head of a guard who had been laughing loudly just moments before.
Without needing orders, silver and golden glows surged from each member of the group. A protective barrier formed around them, constructed from their spiritual energy. As the rain of arrows descended from above, a metallic clink could be heard as they struck the shields. Some arrows buried themselves into the wooden carts.
Although the arrows sank into the wood, the thickness of the caravan walls prevented them from piercing all the way through. Meanwhile, the young captain inside his carriage remained safe.
"Attack!" a shout came from the front. Yan Xiaobao sneered as he saw a large group of cultivators rushing toward them, their weapons raised high and their faces filled with murderous intent.
