A volley has an interval of three seconds.
For Leon and the others, those three seconds were barely enough to dash a few steps—when they heard the sound of bowstrings being drawn taut, they had to stop in their tracks and defend.
And from the moment the giant appeared, they were hundreds of meters away from the enemy.
This was simply torture, unbearable torture.
Had the gravestones been intact, they might have had some cover to feel a bit more at ease; alas, there was none. Under the dense barrage of arrows, they could only rely on Sword Saint Jia Pael's all-encompassing protection, with no blind spots in a full 360 degrees.
Without Jia Pael, everyone probably would've been dead and stiff from the first volley.
For most people facing this challenge, they would have to rely on gravestones to inch closer to the giant—any mistake meant death. But if one could memorize the strategy, perhaps it would be quite easy.
