"Whoever you are, retreat quickly or face death."
This deep voice echoed from the mountaintop.
By the sound of it, a Martial Marquis had spoken.
Without uttering a word, Lu Yan flexed his legs and darted towards the mountaintop like a strong gust of wind.
"Fire!"
From the mountaintop came the cold command.
Whoosh, whoosh, whoosh...
In an instant, over a hundred arrows whizzed toward Lu Yan in a menacing black mass.
The arrows were launched both from bows and armor-piercing crossbows.
Even before the arrows arrived, they exerted an immense pressure on their target.
Lu Yan didn't slow down, he kept rushing forward while his palms turned golden and reached out in front.
Six metallic arrows that were the fastest among all targeted Lu Yan's vital points such as the center of his brows and throat.
