Lv Yuan's face changed dramatically: "Not good! There's poison in the mist! Retreat quickly..."
His reply was met with a deafening roar. Dozens of logs as thick as water barrels fell from the treetops, unable to dodge, the Jinyi Guards were crushed into meat paste.
At the same time, arrows came like locusts, tearing through the air with a sharp sound. Massive rocks rolled down the mountain, wherever they passed, severed limbs and snow splattered together. In this wave of attack, over two thousand Jinyi Guards were left dead or wounded, their blood mingled with brain matter, staining the mountain path a sticky dark red.
Lu Bing wiped the blood off his face, his eyes filled with terror: "Retreat! Retreat quickly!"
He turned and ran desperately with the remaining few dozen trusted followers, only to freeze at the foot of the mountain.
