The three of them leaned together, slowly turning, trying to find a flaw to break through the siege of the clan soldiers surrounding them.
"Once I get out, I'll make this tribe's bones litter the field."
Before Bai Lang could finish his muttering, he heard a chilling sound.
Zheng!
The giant crossbow emitted a zheng sound, the crossbow arrow pierced through the air, and the three instinctively scattered as the arrow embedded itself in the ground between them, even the fletching penetrating deeply.
"I admit defeat!"
Mu Lingshan raised his hands, surrendering without hesitation.
He really shouldn't have followed these two self-righteous fools here; now it's great, they couldn't catch them, but they delivered themselves to the door.
Zheng!
Another zheng sound echoed, and the crossbow arrow flew towards Bai Lang.
Bai Lang drew his saber, fiercely slashing forward, and the saber and arrow collided with a zheng sound as he sidestepped to avoid the arrow.
"Puff!"
