Immediately, the sound of "thud, thud, thud" rang out—it was the sound of arrows embedding into the ground. Luo Chen cautiously poked his head out to take a glance, and then he gasped sharply. Around the bonfire, dozens of sharp arrows were nailed into the ground, the shafts still vibrating and producing a buzzing sound. Similarly, outside the wall where they hid, arrows densely covered the ground, each buried several inches deep.
The sight before him made Luo Chen feel shocked and filled with admiration for Li Xin's archery—he was completely in awe. He turned to look at Li Xin, who stood poised in the night holding her longbow, her posture tall and majestic like a female War God. Her eyes displayed a kind of determination and confidence, as if she could handle any predicament with ease.
At this moment, Luo Chen felt a deep respect and gratitude toward Li Xin. He knew that without Li Xin's assistance, they would have likely already fallen as souls under those arrows.
