Lin Feng had arrived just in time and felled the horse bandit who had ambushed Lin Hu with a single slash.
When Lin Hu turned around, his face was sprayed with hot blood. A flicker of panic rose in his heart—he had nearly been cut down.
The moment he saw Lin Feng, a smile immediately appeared on his face.
Lin Feng patted him on the shoulder. The two brothers said nothing more and guarded their family as they hacked down horse bandits all around them.
Zhang Xiaoyu's and Zhou Haitao's steel sabers had both been chopped full of nicks.
The group's stamina had also been severely drained.
The more Lin Feng fought, the fiercer he became. Wherever he went, men and horses toppled over.
But he knew this could not go on forever. If the enemy unleashed a volley of arrows, how many could he block?
So his Crimson Gold Glaze specifically targeted the archers.
He estimated that if he held on a little longer, his senior sister Yue'e should arrive.
The Great Boss of the horse bandits stood on the mountain, watching the battle below.
He said to someone beside him, "Looks like Second Boss can't handle it. Third Brother, go over there. Organize a wave of ranged attacks and make that man submit."
"Fine." A silver-armored youth carrying a long spear rode down the mountain, followed by fifty archers.
Lin Feng swiftly shot dead every horse bandit archer within his field of view.
The horse bandits had been frightened by his killing. For a moment, no one dared step forward.
"Those who flee before battle will be killed!" The Third Boss of the horse bandits, clad in silver armor and wielding a spear, charged over with his men.
Lin Feng's heart jolted when he saw them. Why were