"These bastards!"
He Meng gritted his teeth and shouted angrily, then quickly drew back his knife and dodged.
The first arrow targeted the knife, which he could ignore, but the arrows coming at him couldn't be ignored.
Even though he had begun reshaping his skin, he was still far from ignoring arrows shot from the Earth-digging Realm, otherwise he wouldn't have lost an ear just now.
Swish... swish... swish...
"Leader, there are many of them coming!"
A continuous rain of arrows hurriedly approached from behind. Not only He Meng, but everyone at the Mirror Immortal Camp turned to look back, feeling their scalps tingle.
On the big trees behind them stood at least a hundred people, frantically shooting arrows at them, more than twenty people.
"Retreat first!"
He Meng was unable to kill Hong Mu. Though angry, seeing the hundreds of Great Xia archers and the Cold Beast rapidly approaching internally, he still retained his reason.
