"What's going on?"
"It seems the scouts are in trouble."
"We have an assassin!"
For a moment, various voices filled the mountain stronghold.
One by one, archers immediately took cover behind the fences and aimed their bows and crossbows at Lu Changsheng.
Lu Changsheng narrowed his eyes slightly. There were hundreds of bandits in the stronghold, and it seemed they were well-trained archers as well.
Clearly, the Thirteen Riders of the Great Desert were not only skilled in martial arts but also possibly well-versed in battle formations.
Or perhaps, it was the work of the White Lotus Cult.
With these archers in place, Lu Changsheng couldn't simply barge into the stronghold while the bandits were in chaos. Even though he was a "Half-Step Divine Power Realm" martial artist after the Bone Marrow Exchange, he was still a flesh-and-blood human.
If he forced his way in, he would likely get injured or even shot by arrows.
