Heavy rain was pouring down, and Yu Mu, Feng Xing, Shaosi, and Man Man were all instantly soaked by the rainwater.
The black soil had fully absorbed the rainwater, becoming incomparably sticky. Every step forward, their knees would sink deeply into the mud, requiring great strength to pull their legs back out. To Senior Magi, this was nothing, however, it indeed slowed them down.
Tens of thousands of vagabond men were madly shouting and rushing towards them from three different directions. Although they were vagabonds, their equipment were quite good. They had a few powerful longbows and a couple of skillful archers, who were shooting stone arrows out from over ten miles away.
Those stone arrows shrilly swished across the air. Yu Mu waved both of his arms, steadily slapping those flying stone arrows with his chubby and huge palms. Every single stone arrow that approached him was accurately slapped to ashes.