Unaware of the guards on the other side of the thick stone wall, Yan Xiaobao continuously led his faction toward the entrance. Suddenly, an arrow sliced through the air and embedded itself in the head of a guard who had been laughing loudly just moments before.
Without needing orders, silver and golden glows surged from each member of the group. A protective barrier formed around them, constructed from their spiritual energy. As the rain of arrows descended from above, a metallic clink could be heard as they struck the shields. Some arrows buried themselves into the wooden carts.
Although the arrows sank into the wood, the thickness of the caravan walls prevented them from piercing all the way through. Meanwhile, the young captain inside his carriage remained safe.
"Attack!" a shout came from the front. Yan Xiaobao sneered as he saw a large group of cultivators rushing toward them, their weapons raised high and their faces filled with murderous intent.
"Take no prisoners!" Yan Xiaobao responded, his blue eyes flashing dangerously under the dim glow of the lightstone. With heavy stomps on the ground, the young man charged directly at the enemies, one hand wielding Black Blood, the other igniting with crimson flames. The fire flared from his hands, igniting one target after another, wreaking havoc as throats were slashed or pierced by daggers.
The guards turned pale, frozen in place, their bodies refusing to respond as they stood trembling in fear.
Seeing Yan Xiaobao leap into the fray, Wang Julong quickly followed. A magnificent crimson staff materialized in her hands, and with precise movements, she struck at the enemies’ heads, shattered their ribs, and sent anyone who approached her flying. The staff seemed to glow, and the moment Wang Julong infused it with her spiritual energy, a formidable aura unfurled, sweeping across everyone nearby. Though the young woman battled fiercely against the frenzied enemies surrounding her, the aura began to take the shape of a red weasel.
The red weasel twisted and coiled around Wang Julong’s body. As soon as it touched her skin, a surge of immense power filled her. The staff danced in her hands, felling enemies one by one. However, this power was short-lived as her spiritual energy was rapidly exhausted.
Everyone watching was deeply shocked by the power Wang Julong displayed, but they were equally surprised by the hidden military might contained within her staff.
Though stunned momentarily, Yan Xiaobao quickly regained his composure and shouted loudly, "Wu, take Zhu Long far away! Sha Yun, stand your ground and start eliminating these fools!"
After issuing his orders, Yan Xiaobao refocused on the battle in front of him. Initially, he had estimated that the opposing group numbered around twenty to thirty people. However, by this point, he had single-handedly taken care of at least fifty, leaving him to wonder how many were dealt with by Wang Julong.
Though the attackers’ original intent was to steal valuables, as they charged toward Yan Xiaobao, their reddened eyes burned with rage at the loss of so many of their brethren. Their screams pierced the air, raw with emotional agony.
Sha Yun heard Yan Xiaobao’s orders and began to merge with the earth beneath her feet, parts of her body transforming into stone. Closing her eyes, she channeled her power, causing a multitude of Earthen Spears to shoot up from the ground, accompanied by bloodcurdling screams as numerous men were impaled on the spot.