Chapter 83: Meat Grinder
Wherever Wei Yuan looked, yellow clouds were churning. It felt like a Liao rider could emerge from anywhere at any moment. The whistling of heavy arrows kept ringing in his ears, interjected by the occasional shrieks of a whole new type of arrow. This arrow came from the sky and could alter its trajectory slightly while descending, homing in on a human warrior automatically. It was practically indefensible. He had seen many people killed like this right before his eyes.
The arrows were also loosed from very, very far away. At the very least, Wei Yuan could not see who the archer was and where they were shooting from.
Passing through a yellow cloud, Wei Yuan subconsciously took a breath and felt like he was inhaling a lump of sand and soil. It burned his mouth and nostrils in a most unpleasant manner. The yellow cloud did not actually contain anything; it was just harmful and irritating toward the human body. The yellow clouds came from the Liao realm alongside the Northern Liao barbarians, and numerous cavalrymen were scattered across the battlefield right now. Thus, it was everywhere like this was the Liao realm, not the human realm.
A battlefield appeared ahead and to the side of Wei Yuan. A dozen or so Liao cavalrymen were encircling several humans and attacking them ferociously. Corpses littered the whole battlefield, and the besieged survivors were clearly fighting their last desperate battle.
“No! I don’t want to die!” One of the survivors suddenly rose into the air and took off toward the distance.
“Fool!” Wei Yuan failed to stop him in time and could only curse under his breath.
The man had only flown tens of zhang or so when at least twenty arrows whistled through the air and turned him into a flesh sieve.
One of the rules the Palace of Absolute Beginning issued to all of their disciples prior their departure stated this: No one is to take flight in a Northern Liao battlefield unless they are in the late-stage Dao Foundation stage or higher.
Yellow clouds suddenly churned around Wei Yuan, and a Northern Liao centurion flew up to the sky. He seemed to be observing the battlefield.