Over a dozen bandits charged forward to claim credit, but within a single move, most were cut down.
Several rolled down the slope, and a few struggled in their final moments.
Feng Dingchu's wrist turned, disregarding the broadsword that had slashed his shoulder, as he thrust his sword forward.
The one who had wounded him, along with several others, tumbled down together.
Blood soaked the ground.
He held a long sword, his eyes reflecting the dense crowd of over a thousand people on the cliff path ahead.
His heavy legs, pulling out from a pile of corpses, stepped forward.
One step frightened the bandits, causing them to tremble and hastily retreat.
Trampling over their own men, nearly two thousand people accidentally injured several in their midst.
"Archers, archers!" the Gang Leader immediately shouted.
The deputy leader also called out, "Archers get ready! Archers get ready!"
Living off the mountain, there was no shortage of skilled bowmen among the bandits.
