At the same time, a thick arrow shot out from the formation of wagons, heading straight for the warhorse beneath Lord Qin.
"Neighhhhh—"
With a long neigh, the warhorse stood on its hind legs, pulled up by Lord Qin, and the arrow whizzed past, nailing itself into the ground brushing the horse's belly.
From within the wagon formation, Li Hongyun, who had just released an arrow, was shocked.
"What kind of dog luck is this?"
He had always been very confident in his own luck.
However, today, meeting someone with even better luck, he finally understood that itching hatred people felt when they looked at him.
Lord Qin's gaze swept across like lightning, and he immediately spurred his horse into motion to maintain maneuverability while drawing his large bow and returning an arrow.
"Thud!"
A dull sound rang out as the arrow struck a wagon, penetrating several feet deep.
