Clan Rise: Starting as a Grandfather Chapter 1000 - 702: A Dazzling Performance by the Powerful A

The arrows whistled continuously, each one taking a life, and many tis there was the situation of a single arrow hitting two targets.

The strong bows made from the aerial roots of the Ten-thousand-year-old Rong were extrely heavy, impossible to fully draw without imnse strength of over a thousand pounds.

To shoot dozens of arrows in a short ti, the archer not only needed imnse strength but also enduring arm strength.

The basic training for strongbown is archery, shooting straight, not parabolically.

The strength of a strongbowman is not in range but in the power of the arrow shot and the accuracy.

If it is a lob shot, the advantage of using a strongbow is in its range, but the arrow’s power is not much stronger than a regular bow and arrow.

In contrast, flat shooting, short-range shooting, is the strongbow’s greatest advantage.

At this mont, the strength of the strongbown was displayed vividly, but no matter the cultivation of the enemy they faced, their arrows would inevitably seal throats.

Be it ordinary Martial Artists or Postnatal Martial Artists, it was difficult to escape their arrows.

Even a martial artist of the Postnatal Ninth Layer, when facing a strongbowman, might fail with one careless move and lose everything.

Only Innate Martial Artists had a chance to entangle with these strongbown, as Innate Martial Artists could defend with True Qi armor, blocking the strongbown’s shots.

However, if one has just entered Innate, facing this group of strongbown is also more dangerous than auspicious.

Upon just entering Innate, the True Qi reserve is relatively low, making it hard to sustain True Qi armor for long durations.

If they cannot eliminate all the strongbown in a short ti, they would end up riddled with arrows.

Yang Mingzhi stood on the arrow tower, clearly watching the thousand combat groups surge toward the mountain top like a tide, leaving corpses where they passed like the Grim Reaper.

Standing beside him, Jiang Fu saw this scene with mouth agape and a face full of incredulity.

Too exaggerated!

Simply unimaginable!

This was bare-faced slaughter.

If the Northern barbarians stayed hidden, they were fine. As soon as they showed up before those strongbown, it was almost certain death.

"Second Young Master, this~~" Jiang Fu opened his mouth, seeming to have many questions to ask, but when the words reached his mouth, he didn’t know what to say.

Yang Mingzhi’s lips curved up faintly, his eyes flashing with brilliance.

"Not bad at all. It wasn’t in vain that I painstakingly trained them for over three years!"

For Yang Mingzhi to settle down to train soldiers was a rare affair, let alone doing so for three whole years.

Now watching his trained soldiers showcase their divine might, a strong sense of accomplishnt imdiately filled Yang Mingzhi’s spirit, radiating a joyous aura.

In contrast to Yang Mingzhi was the just-awakening Bai Ning.

At this mont, Bai Ning was filled with panic and terror.

Crying shouts of panic reached him like relentless heavy hamrs striking his heart.

"How many enemies are there? Where did they co from?"

He shouted with fear and anger.

"I don’t know!"

Yet the only reply he got was this one.

Don’t know!

In the entire camp of over a hundred thousand people, no one knew where the enemy ca from or how many there were, only that the foes entering were terrifying.

"Damn it!" Bai Ning was furious, but at least he hadn’t let fear and fury cloud his mind.

"n, quick, follow to block those enemies!"

At this ti, under his command, there were many warriors. Besides the thirty to forty thousand able-bodied n in the camp, he also had nearly ten thousand elite Northern barbarians by his side; these elite riders were his greatest reliance.

In fact, if he could organize these ten thousand elite riders to counterattack now, they might truly halt the two thousand Divine Wood Soldiers.

But upon stepping out of his palace, he shockingly found only fewer than a thousand people by his side.

Moreover, he discovered the enemy had already breached his royal city.

The so-called royal city was just a larger palace and dozens of beautifully crafted stone houses.

His royal city had walls, more than a yard high, but such high walls were obviously unable to fend off two thousand Divine Wood Soldiers.

Even with soldiers guarding the walls, they could not stop the steps of the Divine Wood Soldiers.

Because those soldiers dared not show their heads, for once they did, it ant death.

In only a mont, the city walls were seized by the Divine Wood Soldiers, and everyone inside the royal city beca their living targets.

Yang Mingzhi and Jiang Fu flew over just in ti to witness the most tragic scene.

Before the palace gates, in front of Bai Ning, nearly a thousand elite Northern barbarians stood as a barrier.

Then, as if harvesting wheat, the elite Northern barbarians fell one by one, like peeling onions, one layer after another.

Initially, these elite Northern barbarians had the courage to charge toward the walls, but they soon realized all struggle was futile.

Bai Ning watched his warriors fall one by one before him, then saw the remaining ones scatter and flee, turning his face pale and filling him with terror.

What frightened him more was seeing his ntor, the Tatar Tribe’s strongest, a half-step Innate master, also fall under the terrifying rain of arrows.

His ntor charged furthest, nearly reaching the wall, but as his ntor attempted to leap onto the wall, two enemies with round shields jumped up, crashing into his ntor’s embrace, and his ntor’s figure halted. In an instant, arrows pierced his ntor’s head and neck.

Bai Ning finally panicked. He stumbled back into the palace.

Over a hundred elite Northern barbarians also fled into the palace with him.

The massive doors closed in a flurry of panic.