"Aim at that person and shoot him down for me!" In the camp, a man who seemed like the leader looked up at Ye Tianfan in the sky, his eyes filled with wrath, and shouted.
As the leader-like man's command fell, the people in the camp holding bows, and those with crossbows, gave a loud shout, pulling the bowstrings with their right hands fiercely, then suddenly releasing. Instantly, the poison-coated arrows and crossbows shot out, the sharp sound of them piercing through the air echoed through the silent sky.
"These damn cultivators, do they really think we ordinary people have no way to deal with them?" The leader-like man looked with a cold gaze at Ye Tianfan, who was enveloped in the attack range of arrows in the sky, speaking with boundless fury.
This leader had taken down a cultivator using this method before, and the reason he so hated cultivators was because they had once accidentally injured his family, leaving him as the sole survivor.
