"They're here."
Under the dark moonlit sky, by the official road, Zhang Yuan, sitting on a stone, shifted his expression.
He looked toward the end of the road.
There, shrouded in darkness, the mountain wilderness lay silent and obscure, with the night wind bringing an unsettling sound.
Clip-clop, clip-clop, the sharp sound of galloping hooves!
Zhang Yuan's gaze seemed to pierce through the darkness, seeing the enemies sweeping toward him!
He stood up unhurriedly, holding the Eagle-Shooting Bow in his hand.
The next moment, the Profound Longbow suddenly drew open, a Fine Iron Arrow securely placed on its string.
A glint of cold flashed through Zhang Yuan's dark eyes.
Twang!
In an instant, the bowstring quivered loudly, and under an unstoppable force, the Iron Arrow shot out like lightning.
It immediately vanished into the darkness!
Thud!
Several hundred steps away, a Samurai galloping wildly suddenly flew backward.
