Endless Winter: My Camp Upgrades Infinitely

256: Chapter 152: Mirror Immortal’s Killing Intent, Who Has Fallen?_2 256: Chapter 152: Mirror Immortal’s Killing Intent, Who Has Fallen?_2 After saying this, Xia Chuan turned to look at Xia Hong and continued:

“Moreover, with the overall strength of the Mirror Immortal Camp, do they need to make such a compromise?”

This sentence instantly silenced everyone.

Two Cold Resistance Levels, several hundred Earth-digging Realm warriors, with the style previously shown by those at the Mirror Immortal Camp, it would only be logical for them to gather everyone and go directly to war with Great Xia.

But why this way now?

Unlike the others, as soon as Luo Yuan expressed his suspicion, Xia Hong immediately knew it was impossible.

The problem was, he also couldn’t explain why the Mirror Immortal Camp was acting this way.

Why didn’t the Mirror Immortal Camp come directly?

Could it be they already knew about the Green Bamboo Fence, Marking Stone, and wooden mannequin?

This was impossible; Xia Hong immediately shook his head.

The first two structures had just been pointed out by him, and the wooden mannequin had never appeared before others.

The opponent couldn’t possibly know.

Whoosh…

A sudden whooshing sound came from the side, and Xia Hong’s brow twitched sharply.

He quickly drew his Yi Blade and turned to slash behind Luo Yuan.

Clang…

“Run, scatter!”

It was an iron arrow swiftly shot from the east outer perimeter.

The instant he slashed the iron arrow, Xia Hong’s face changed dramatically, and he yelled at everyone.

The sudden unexpected change left Luo Yuan with no time to even look back.

Hearing the iron arrow dropping and Xia Hong’s yell, he immediately realized something terrible was happening and hurriedly fled south along with Xia Chuan and the other seventeen people.

Whoosh…

whoosh…

whoosh…

whoosh…

whoosh…

Soon, everyone understood why Xia Hong was shouting.

Not just the east side; the west side, deep within Redwood Ridge; the north, and even the south where they were fleeing, from all directions came a rain of sharp arrows out of nowhere.

Thud…

thud…

The sound of five or six sharp arrows penetrating flesh came quickly, and, before they could scatter, four people among the seventeen immediately lagged behind.

Zhao Bao was hit in the left leg; Li Yun was struck in the chest; Li Pingkai’s waist was directly pierced through; Ying Xuan suffered the worst, a sharp arrow piercing his left face, the arrowhead sticking out of his right face, blood immediately covering his whole face in a horrifying manner.

The four who were hit, worried about hindering others’ escape, only let out a stifled grunt and courageously made no further sound.

“Keep running, don’t stop!”

Xia Hong trailed at the back of the group, signaled the four to keep running, swiftly slashing with his Yi Blade.

While cutting down countless iron arrows, he also seized the chance to observe the surroundings.

When he took a look, his heart went cold instantly.

In all directions, centered around the group of seventeen, at a distance of about a hundred meters in each, several hundred people were approaching rapidly while shooting arrows.

“It’s an ambush!”

“How did they know we were coming out tonight?”

“Were they already prepared for this?”

“No, no, it doesn’t seem like that.

More people on the east side, fewer on the west, as if they just hurried over from the Arrow Bamboo Forest.”

“They’ve been monitoring the valley all along!”

……

In a flash, countless thoughts raced through Xia Hong’s mind, but his actions dared not pause for a moment.

Thud…

Just as he struck down three or four iron arrows aimed at Zhao Bao’s heart, a rapidly flying sound reached Xia Hong’s ear, his brow suddenly jumped, and he directly shoved Zhao Bao aside, slashing horizontally with his blade.

Whoosh…

The speed of that iron arrow far exceeded his expectations, it slipped past his Yi Blade, and shot straight for his left eye.

In that split second, Xia Hong couldn’t even move his head; in desperation, he could only close his left eye.

Thud…

The arrow pierced through the skin, immense force transmitted to his face, Xia Hong’s head jerked backward rapidly, dissipating the force of the iron arrow.

Like a long time yet just an instant, a warm flow slid down from the corner of his eye, Xia Hong opened his left eye, extracted the iron arrow from his eyelid, there was relief on his face, but his heart was filled with a chill.

Just half an inch more, no, it should be said, if it weren’t for the recent rapid progress in his skin membrane.

This arrow would have definitely cost him his left eye.

Not just his left eye, he might have lost his life too!

Thud…

The sound of arrows piercing flesh came again, Summer Hong looked forward sharply, and a hint of blood rose in his eyes.

At his retreat, without him to shield them from the arrows, Xia Chuan and others who were fleeing south ran into problems immediately.

Again, it was the first wave of the four injured.

Zhao Bao, his left foot shot through, was the slowest, lagging behind, with two arrows in his chest and shoulder each, his speed slowed even further.

Li Pingkai, the wound on his waist bleeding down to his legs, with three new arrows in his back, his breath was in complete disarray, even his running was becoming staggered.

Li Yun, shot in the chest, was no different, and if it wasn’t for Ying Xuan supporting him, he probably wouldn’t even have the strength to run.

But the problem was, Ying Xuan, with his face also pierced, was barely coherent himself, obviously nearing his limit.

In this life-and-death moment, any wound, especially one that impairs movement, brings death closer.

It’s not just these four people; Xia Chuan, Luo Yuan, and the thirteen others ahead, though running quickly, had one or two arrows stuck in them as well, their movements becoming irregular, clearly injured too.

The most fatal part was that the arrows from all directions showed no sign of stopping.

Worse yet, that huge wave of at least two or three hundred people on the east was approaching rapidly, now less than fifty meters away.