Slaughterhouse of Slaves

"What's going on?!" Yan Gaoyang was suddenly alarmed, sensing a foreboding danger.

An Tianwei quickly drew her twin blades, crouching down and vigilantly scanning the surroundings.

Leading the way, Su Qinggu squinted his eyes and, finding nothing unusual, sneered, "Hmph! Playing tricks..."

Before he could finish saying the word "tricks," a sharp sound of a crossbow bolt pierced the air. A massive crossbow bolt pierced through his thigh, pinning him to the ground.

"Not good!! We've walked into an ambush!!" An Tianwei exclaimed, attempting to turn and flee.

Yan Gaoyang, equally alert, turned to escape as well.

"Bang! Bang! Bang! Bang!..." Crossbow bolts seemed to rain down without restraint.

A continuous series of crossbow mechanisms firing echoed.