However, since Lu Xiaotian had never looked down on his opponent, he naturally had a contingency prepared.
Whoosh! Several fire-thunder heavy arrows shot straight out from the bushes, surging like thunder as they streaked toward the dozen or so cultivators soaring into the air.
After firing the first volley, Lu Xiaotian used the strength of his arms to shoot a second volley in an extremely short span of time.
Several shrill screams rang out. A fair-skinned woman was directly pierced through the chest by a fire-thunder heavy arrow. Her heavily wounded body fell to the ground and writhed. Another young man had been shot in the abdomen, while a thin old woman had been struck in the thigh.
The others were like startled birds. As they rose into the air again, afraid of being used as targets, they hurriedly circulated their magic power and dropped back toward the ground.
Yet as several of them descended, the ground—which had seemed far from sturdy—suddenly erupted with a thunderous blast. Countless clods of earth flew through the air as a huge figure, like a divine giant, burst out from within. Holding a greatsword as tall as a man in both hands, it swung upward with a sharp howl through the air and cleaved a late-stage cultivator who was descending directly toward it in half from below. Then it kicked one of the Foundation Establishment Late Stage Cultivators in the back. The bones in his body exploded with a series of cracks as he was sent tumbling to the ground like a rolling gourd. He struggled desperately, yet could never manage to rise.
In the blink of an eye, the many junior disciples Sha Ba had brought with him had already suffered grievous losses. Killing intent thickened in his gloomy eyes until it nearly