"Whiz! Whiz!"
Two more arrows flew through the air, blocking Li Qingmu's escape from both sides.
"Splash!"
Li Qingmu retreated backward, fell into the creek, and narrowly avoided this wave of attacks.
The cold creek water stimulated his legs, making him even more alert. He saw the black-clad figures rushing towards him and without hesitation, shook off his cloak from his shoulders, then slapped it into the water.
The cloak whipped up the creek water and splashed it towards the three black-clad figures who were rushing forward first.
In the midst of the spray, the three black-clad figures instinctively closed their eyes and raised their hands to block, giving Li Qingmu the opportunity to wade through the river and dash into the dense forest on the opposite side.
