Thunder, Purple Lightning, Gale, Bitter Immortal Realm

A single arrow.

Three hundred iron riders collapsed instantly.

The long arrow pierced through thousands of feet, penetrating the bodies of 31 Wasteland Bandits, and then embedded itself in the sandy ground, soaked in blood.

The leading commander, a burly man with a black bear phantom enveloping his body, was pierced through the chest by an arrow. His entire body exploded, leaving only his large sword spinning and falling to the ground.

The bandit cavalry formation completely collapsed 2,000 feet away from the caravan and fled in all directions.

Without their leading bandit chief, they couldn't even protect themselves, let alone attack the merchant convoy.

Most bandits were like this. With strength in numbers, once they lost their leader, they immediately lost their fighting spirit and could only flee.

For the lone bandits left behind in the wasteland, their fate wouldn't be much better than dying in battle today.