At that moment, Wang Yi was piloting the Floating Mountain straight toward the Gathering Hall at the summit.
The Gathering Hall had been marked by the system and was glowing faintly, making it quite conspicuous.
The Floating Mountain's automated defenses were active. Feathered Arrows materialized out of thin air beneath it, WHOOSHING down in a scattered volley.
Man Datou, Yang Qingniu, and the others had also taken up positions, drawing their bows and continuously picking off the Mountain Bandits below.
They were using high-quality Bamboo Section Arrows coated in Fire Dragon Oil. The arrows ignited as they were loosed, streaking across the sky like lines of fire with unerring accuracy.
Screams of pain rose one after another, punctuated by waves of alarm. Fires broke out, and the entire stronghold was instantly plunged into utter chaos.
The stronghold had archers of its own. There were even watchtowers built at its front and rear, manned by numerous sentries with bows.
