"Whoosh, whoosh, whoosh..."
A rain of arrows shot out from the forest. Quick to react, Li Mu shouted, "Careful! The enemy's lying in ambush!"
An ominous feeling had already risen in Li Mu's mind. They had followed this road by tracking the marks left behind by their seniors, and now that they had run into a Demonic Cult ambush, there were only two possibilities.
Either the Demonic Cult members had set the trap after the elders passed by, or the Mount Hua Sect's unique marks had been deciphered by the Demonic Cult.
Before Li Mu could straighten out his thoughts, rumbling already sounded by his ears. Along with the arrow rain, rolling boulders kept crashing down from both sides.
The group was squeezed into the narrow path, leaping high and crouching low as they constantly dodged the huge rocks and arrows. In the blink of an eye, several people had already been injured.
Just as he was about to order a retreat, the clash of weapons rang out from the foot of the mountain as well. Clearly, there were enemies lying in wait behind them too.
If they could not leave, then they could only fight. No longer caring about conserving his strength, Li Mu sprang up, and in a few movements flew into the enemy archers, opening a slaughter.
With every flash of sword light, a Demonic Cult disciple lost his life. The archer formation that had been waiting in strict array was instantly thrown into complete disarray by Li Mu.
The moment an opening appeared, the accompanying Mount Hua disciples immediately followed up, engaging the ambushing Demonic Cult members at close quarters.
Not far away, a middle-aged man with the appearance of a child cursed angrily, "Cold-Faced Ghost, what kind of intelligence did you gather? The Mount