Hoofbeats thundered as Ye Xuan and the other two galloped forward.
Soon, the trio entered a mountain path flanked by dense, dark woods—the perfect place for an ambush.
As Ye Xuan galloped, he pushed his Profound Sense to its limit and even quietly spread out his Soul Sense. Though he was racing ahead, he could perceive any potential danger within a thousand-meter radius.
"They're here!" Ye Xuan suddenly hissed. With a light push of his arms against his steed, he vaulted from the saddle.
Although Ye Batian and Ye Zhanyun hadn't sensed anything yet, they followed Ye Xuan's lead and vaulted from their saddles in unison.
The three fine steeds, driven by inertia, continued charging forward.
SWISH, SWISH, SWISH!
From the dense woods on both sides, over a dozen arrows suddenly shot out, striking the three steeds from every angle. In an instant, the fine horses were riddled with so many arrows they looked like porcupines.
