Fang Zhixing called over his two best archers and crept forward with them into the hollow.
The distance from this hollow to the top of the tower was about one hundred meters.
At that moment, Luo Kezhao and Lu Anfu were leading a hundred martial artists, tiptoeing stealthily toward the left.
The slope was quite steep.
Soon, Fang Zhixing could no longer see them.
"Charge!"
Suddenly, Luo Peiyun bellowed loudly.
"Brothers, go!"
Ding Zhigang shouted at the top of his lungs and charged forward with his sword.
"Kill!"
A group of infantry roared as they ran forward, like a swarm of locusts passing by.
"Shoot!"
Seeing this, Fang Zhixing immediately raised his head and shouted in a deep voice.
Three hundred archers knelt on one knee, their bows drawn and ready, uniformly releasing arrows into the sky.
Whoosh whoosh whoosh~
The arrows rained down, streaking across the sky, falling toward Ancient Moon Village.
At a glance, the scene was quite spectacular.
