Seeing this scene, Guo Zixiang furrowed his brow tightly and shouted to Wang Hao, "Old Wang, they have repeating crossbows for suppression. We can't break through. What should we do?"
Wang Hao's eyebrows knitted slightly as he glanced around with the corners of his eyes.
"Zixiang, there's a table in the room. Go move it over!"
"Okay!" Guo Zixiang responded, kicked open the door to the next room, and carried out an eight-immortal table.
Wang Hao knocked on the tabletop and said, "It's made of quince wood, pretty good quality!"
After saying that, he exchanged a look with Guo Zixiang.
Guo Zixiang got the hint and nodded to Wang Hao.
Wang Hao grabbed one corner of the table and hurled it out with all his might.
"Crash!"
The table shattered the glass, making a thunderous crash.
"Whoosh, whoosh, whoosh..."
Countless arrows, much like a swarm of locusts, flew straight towards it.
Seizing the opportunity, Wang Hao urgently shouted, "Zixiang, go!"
