The stronghold walls were densely packed with bandits. Rows of archers had nocked their arrows, poised and ready for battle.
One of the bandits shouted commands from the side, "Quick, prepare to meet the enemy!!"
WHOOSH... WHOOSH...
SWISH... SWISH...
A rain of arrows filled the sky.
Ordinary soldiers from the Guard Army, or even weaker Martial Artists, would be thrown into a panic and suffer considerable casualties if faced with such an attack.
But this time, the attackers were over a dozen Martial Scholars. Most of them possessed strength of seven to eight thousand jin, with a few even reaching ten thousand.
Furthermore, these Martial Scholars were clad in Iron Armor, all of exceptionally fine quality.
For the moment, the rain of arrows proved ineffective.
In just a few leaps, the men charged onto the stronghold walls and began to clash with the bandits.
A tall, thin Martial Artist led the charge.
