In the blink of an eye, two mountain bandits were already dead. The remaining three bandits advancing towards Lu Ye all paused in their steps, their faces showing signs of fear.
These people, compared to ordinary folks, possessed just a bit more strength and fierceness. Though they had witnessed life and death many times, when facing their own demise, they lacked the courage to confront it directly.
"Swish..." The sound of something cutting through the air rang out. Just as Lu Ye was about to strike again, he suddenly turned around. The spear in his hand twirled in a flourish, precisely deflecting an arrow that had been shot from behind.
With a thud, the arrow was broken in half. Lu Ye looked towards the direction from which the arrow came, and saw a small-sized bandit squatting on a rooftop, a longbow in hand, aiming in Lu Ye's direction.
