Endless Winter: My Camp Upgrades Infinitely

Chapter 1564: Chapter 491: The Battle Begins, Failed Capture (Part 2)

Dozens of Dragon Forbidden Captains were pulling the cart together at an incredible speed. In just over forty breaths, the Red Flame Vermilion Bird had crossed more than half the distance, leaving only two kilometers to Xia City.

Yet, even so, Tie Xinchuan dared not relax in the slightest, and it wasn’t just him. Meng Ying and the others, along with many commanders like Yuan Bai surrounding the carriage, all had extremely solemn expressions.

More and more Dragon Forbidden Captain soldiers also realized the urgency, especially as they noticed the increasingly intense battle in the sky to the west. They all stuck closely around the carriage, racing swiftly towards the city.

Whoosh…

Suddenly, a cold wind blew down from above.

In an environment like the Ice Abyss, a cold wind was only natural. But unlike other places, Xia City was nestled against the Twin Dragon Cliffs to the east, housing millions of people. With the Holy Tripod constantly warming the air, the temperature and airflow in the city and its surroundings were extremely stable.

This cold wind blowing down from the sky wasn’t unheard of, but it was extremely rare. At this moment, the Dragon Forbidden Captain soldiers, already in a heightened state of alert, quickly realized that this cold wind was targeting the carriage, and their reaction was understandably intense.

“Release the arrows!”

Boom… Boom… Boom…

Swish, swish, swish…

Before Tie Xinchuan sternly ordered the Dragon Forbidden Captains to shoot arrows at the cold wind, Meng Ying and his companions had already reacted. The energy surged in their bones, and their auras intensified. Almost simultaneously, they drew their big sabers from their waists and fiercely slashed at the cold wind above.

All three possessed Xianyang Level cultivation. As they exerted their full power, the blades instantly dispersed the cold wind. At the same time, the shower of silver arrows from the Dragon Forbidden Captains instantly sealed off the space around the cold wind.

It’s important to note that when the battle first began in the sky on the west side of Milk Tiger Forest, the Dragon Forbidden Captain soldiers who were initially scattered around immediately surrounded the area. Though the number was yet to reach its full complement, there were at least over eight hundred surrounding the carriage at this moment.

Forget that little gust of cold wind; even a larger whirlwind couldn’t withstand the combined force of the three Xianyang Level blades and the volley of eight hundred Dragon Forbidden Captain arrows.

The blades and arrows were unleashed in unison, dispersing the cold wind and all airflow above the carriage in an instant, even driving away the lingering snow fog in the sky.

“To the north, be careful…”

However, upon seeing this scene, Meng Ying, standing atop the carriage, didn’t relax. Just as he was about to ease a bit, Cheng Guang, guarding the north side of the carriage, suddenly cried out a warning.

Meng Ying turned his head to the north, his pupils suddenly contracting.

It wasn’t just him; Tie Xinchuan and the other Dragon Forbidden Captains also had their expressions dramatically change.

……

Whoosh!

In the sky to the west of Milk Tiger Forest, Li Xuanling was in a white palace dress, holding the black Heavenly Transformation Sword. While battling Yang Jian, she caught a glimpse out of the corner of her eye, noticing an enemy ensnared by the Cold Beast Stake-transformed White Bear, unable to move. She directly abandoned Yang Jian, racing towards the White Bear.

With her graceful figure leaping, the Heavenly Transformation Sword drew a black fierce edge through the air, traveling over a hundred meters in an instant, piercing straight through the body of that enemy in the White Bear’s arms.

Slash…

Of course, it didn’t just pass through. As Li Xuanling flipped her wrist, the Heavenly Transformation Sword changed direction mid-air, beheading the Xianyang Level enemy in one strike. She even took the opportunity to lift the enemy’s head, immediately guessing this was someone from the Feudal Town upon seeing the unfamiliar face.

She tossed the head aside directly, then turned to look at Yang Jian, entangled by the Beast King Level Frost Wolf nearby, and coldly sneered, “Yang Zhun… no, it should be Yang the Third. Your Three Towns have exhausted your tricks to resort to such desperate measures!”

That Beast King Level Frost Wolf, of course, was transformed by the Cold Beast Stake.

Holding a long spear, Yang Jian wasn’t at a disadvantage against the Frost Wolf King, arguably even holding absolute advantage, as evidenced by the over ten spear holes on the Frost Wolf King’s body.

The problem was, him gaining the upper hand alone was of no use.

On the southwest battlefield of Milk Tiger Forest, the nine other Xianyang Level fighters who came with him were being thoroughly overwhelmed by two Thunder Kui, two Demon Sheep, and twelve other Xianyang Level fighters from the Great Xia.

And with Li Xuanling having killed one of them, the Beast King Level White Bear, now free, rejoining the battle only added to the pressure on the remaining eight.

“Insolent scoundrels from Three Towns, daring to cause trouble in Xia City, prepare to die!”

Not far from Li Xuanling, Yuan Cheng, wielding a giant axe, saw an Xianyang Level fighter pinned by the sharp horn of a Demon Sheep. He shouted angrily, suddenly cleaving down from above, cutting off the enemy’s arm. Then, capitalizing on the situation, he collaborated with the Demon Sheep, stomping on the enemy’s head. With a swift stroke, another Xianyang Level fighter was directly beheaded by him.

Slash…

Over on Yang Jian’s side, enduring the cold wind blades spewed by the Frost Wolf King’s mouth, he suddenly vanished from his original spot. In the next second, he landed on the Frost Wolf King’s head, his long spear fiercely stabbing down, impaling the Frost Wolf King to the ground with a loud crash.

Bam…

He had no mind to pay heed to Li Xuanling’s taunts. Observing his side losing two, he looked at the northwest battlefield, his pupils filled with horror, shaken to the core.

“Here, thirteen; over there, fifteen. How can there be so many? How can Great Xia have so many Xianyang Level fighters? It’s over, it’s over…”

He had calculated before coming. Subtracting Xia Chuan, Yuwen Dao, Xiang Fuhai, and Mu Longhe stationed in the north, Xia City should only have 20 Xianyang Level fighters. He even planned for the worst, raising that number by 3 to 5.