Pfft!
Blood splattered through the darkness.
A bandit who had been firing arrows clutched his neck and fell to the ground. His legs kicked wildly, and a rattling sound came from his throat. Soon, he fell silent.
Beside him, three bandits who had been shooting hidden arrows were already dead.
Li Yan did not even look at them. With a saber in hand and his body lowered, he moved without a sound, yet at astonishing speed, sprinting toward another area.
To the traveling merchants and martial artists, the surroundings were pitch-black. The bandits were hidden in the darkness, and arrows came from everywhere. They had fallen into an Ambush from Ten Sides.
But with Li Yan's mystical powers, the entire scene was clear at a glance.
There actually were not many bandits. Fewer than two hundred had come. More than fifty had been divided into ten small teams, five to a group, each hiding in a different area.
The inn's groups were scattered, and all of them had lit campfires, making their targets obvious. With the enemy hidden in the dark, that was what had created such an illusion.
There were quite a few martial artists trapped on the road.
The bandits could not overwhelm them by force, so they could only use this strategy.
In the short time since the attack began, Li Yan had already butchered three small teams.
It was not that he was meddling. If the bandits were allowed to keep attacking, most of the groups would eventually collapse. Once they fled in all directions, the bandits lying in ambush over there would pounce like a pack of wolves and tear into them. By then, no one would be spared.
But there was one thing that puzzled him.
According to the intelligence, there should have been