Endless Winter: My Camp Upgrades Infinitely

Chapter 770: Chapter 308: Shocking Turn, Grave Injuries, and Restless Hearts_2

BANG……

“How is your strength possible…”

The moment Wu Lin collided with Xia Hong, pure shock flashed in his eyes. Shortly after, he was sent flying over a hundred meters away, much to the disbelief of everyone present.

He never finished his sentence, because Xia Hong used the opportunity of knocking him away to break free from the encirclement of Han Jiuli’s group of four. In less than a heartbeat, the Yanhan Blade was already slicing towards his body.

“Forty-two鬃, how can his strength be so incredible?”

Wu Lin dared not hesitate for even a moment. He quickly got up from the ground and then changed direction towards the south, where the recently dispersed crowd was fleeing.

“What are you all standing around for? Even if it costs your life, stop them now, all of you, go!”

Liu Yuan paid no heed to his abdominal injury. After getting up, he led Peng Bo and others, charging once again at Han Jiuli and the other three.

Whoosh whoosh whoosh……

Just moments ago, Xia Hong was engaged in close-quarter assassination with five people, leaving no chance for the Cloud Dragon Army soldiers to shoot arrows. At this moment, as Xia Hong was pursuing Wu Lin, with Han Jiuli’s group over a hundred meters apart, they immediately drew their bows and fired arrows.

Clang… clang…

Although the iron arrows couldn’t penetrate the bodies of those four, the immense power gathered from such a dense rain of arrows successfully blocked Han Jiuli’s group from pursuing Xia Hong.

In doing so, it naturally created an ideal opportunity for Xia Hong to kill Wu Lin.

“Run, do you think you can escape?”

Xia Hong’s words echoed by his ear, but instead of showing any panic, Wu Lin, who had fled into the crowd, appeared rather excited in his pupils.

“Run, hurry, run.”

“Don’t block me, run quickly.”

“Those in front, run quickly; the aftermath will kill us.”

“Run away!”

……

The moment Wu Lin rushed over, the crowd was already in turmoil.

The damage caused by the previous five shockwaves was still fresh in their minds. Seeing Wu Lin and Xia Hong charging into the crowd one after another, everyone around them was terrified and retreated frantically towards the edges to escape.

But with so many people gathered here, it was impossible to disperse instantly, as everyone was rushing to flee one after another.

Moreover, Wu Lin, at the end of his rope, would grab, kick, or shove anyone nearby towards Xia Hong, clearly trying to buy time until Han Jiuli’s four caught up.

Smack… smack…

Xia Hong continued to catch over a dozen people, using skillful maneuvers to mitigate the immense force on their bodies, then pushed them aside and continued closing in on Wu Lin.

Those caught and saved by Xia Hong appeared both surprised and bewildered after retreating to the side.

The surprise likely came from their unexpected survival, while the bewilderment was clearly due to their incomprehension of Xia Hong’s actions.

Especially upon seeing Xia Hong’s pale face at this moment, with his upper body drenched in blood, gaping wounds that exposed bone on his chest, left arm, back, and right waist, their bewilderment gradually turned into complexity and inner conflict.

They were all part of the mutinous crowd earlier, and theoretically, this assassination against Xia Hong should be attributed to them.

Under such circumstances, Xia Hong was still willing to put effort into saving them!

Setting aside the psychological activities of others.

Xia Hong was now less than ten meters away from Wu Lin.

BANG……

Another person was thrown by Wu Lin. Just like before, Xia Hong reached out with his left hand to catch, but the moment that person was in front of him, he swiftly retracted his left hand and suddenly attacked with the Yanhan Blade in his right hand.

Strangely, the person thrown by Wu Lin attacked as well.

Whoosh……

Just like Han Jiuli’s group of five earlier, a large saber emitting blue flames suddenly appeared in that person’s hand, fiercely slashing toward Xia Hong.

“You…”

As the blue flames suddenly rose, that person’s true face was revealed.

It was none other than Li Xuantiang, who had been attacking the Beehive earlier!

“Assassination, you actually thought of that. Did you think without the Cold Ruins Tripod, I couldn’t kill you?”

Xia Hong sneered, his voice extremely soft, almost only audible to Li Xuantiang, who was face-to-face with him.

Li Xuantiang’s face suddenly flushed red, then turned an unnatural shade of blue. The flames on his body abruptly doubled in height as he roared, “Without the Cold Ruins Tripod, how can you kill me? With your strength of forty-two鬃? Die!”

The voice he roared with wasn’t even Li Xuantiang’s but a very sharp female voice.

If Yuwen Dao and Yuan Cheng were present, they would certainly recognize it as identical to the female voice they heard the night White Dew Gu revived on Yangyuan Peak in April.

Li Xuantiang, or rather, White Dew Gu, had its blue saber suddenly expand more than double its size, reaching a staggering length of three meters. Its power visibly skyrocketed, causing surrounding air currents to stir. In Xia Hong’s eyes, countless red substances clung to the blade’s edge.

Whoosh……

The saber’s arc of attack manipulated the airflow, extending nearly ten meters. From a distance, it looked like a massive ten-meter saber was horizontally slashing toward Xia Hong’s head.

This slash, like a collapsing mountain, like a torrential flood overhead, even before the blade landed, had already gouged a half-meter-deep trench on the ground beneath Xia Hong’s feet.

In comparison to Wu Xiong of Hanqiong Gourd Valley before, White Dew Gu’s strength and methods had clearly improved dramatically. Not only could it simultaneously control six Cold Resistance level individuals, but the power exerted through controlled humans wasn’t even in the same league as before.

Although it was unclear how exactly this White Dew Gu controlled humans, this was already Xia Hong’s second encounter with it, so he had some basic understanding. If memory served, the last time in Gourd Valley, it could only exert over thirty鬃 of strength when controlling Wu Xiong. The initial assault by Han Jiuli’s group of five seemed to be of similar strength.