Endless Winter: My Camp Upgrades Infinitely

238: Chapter 147: Total Kill, Confrontation Cold Resistance Level [Killing Spree Chapter, Seeking Monthly Tickets]_2 238: Chapter 147: Total Kill, Confrontation Cold Resistance Level [Killing Spree Chapter, Seeking Monthly Tickets]_2 Whoosh whoosh whoosh…

“Don’t kill them all, leave some alive!”

Xia Hong ignored the look in He Meng’s eyes on the ground, turned his head to see the last six people, already surrounded by Xia Chuan and the other seventeen, and quickly shouted.

Just now he dared to stop swinging his giant axe and focus on fighting He Meng because he knew that Xia Chuan and the other seventeen had already arrived.

Walking up to He Meng, Xia Hong’s expression was extremely grim as he said in a low voice, “Who gave you the guts to come to Redwood Ridge and kill my Great Xia people?”

He Meng, sprawled on the ground, was already in more of a breathing-in than breathing-out state, looking up at Xia Hong.

His expression was weak, but his pupils were still full of ferocity:

“You think killing me will end this?

You’re finished, your Great Xia Camp is finished, just wait, wait for my Mirror Immortal Camp to trample Great Xia…”

“Stop!”

Slash…

“Kill them all, no need to keep anyone alive!”

Slash…

Accompanied by the distant shouts of “show mercy,” Xia Hong directly decapitated He Meng with an axe.

Following his orders, Xia Chuan and the others decisively swarmed forward, slaying the last six people as well.

By this point, including the two He brothers, He Meng and He Gang, the entire twenty-five members of the Mirror Immortal Camp’s hunting team, which had crossed the boundary tonight, were killed!

After killing those last six, Xia Chuan and others did not forget to collect all their weapons and packs before quickly rushing to Xia Hong’s side.

“I said stop, are you deaf?”

As a voice full of anger rang out, Xia Hong, Xia Chuan, and the others all looked up towards the north.

On the snowy ground more than ten meters away, a middle-aged man with thick brows and a broad face, smooth skin, dressed in black, holding a gigantic broadsword, was glaring at them with rage.

“This is Yuwen Hu, only one came?”

Appearance, weapon, skin, and that imperceptible change in Qi muscle.

In an instant, Xia Hong and the others recognized the identity of the newcomer.

Realizing that the person in front of them was one of the two Cold Resistance Level experts from the Mirror Immortal Camp, Yuwen Hu, he felt a little tense, and immediately focused his attention behind Yuwen Hu.

It really was just one person who came!

After four or five breaths, Xia Hong felt slightly relieved, looked up and locked eyes with Yuwen Hu, deliberately saying, “I don’t know who you are, nor what relation you have with these people.

If it were ordinary times, giving face to you would be nothing.

Unfortunately, these people all have mortal feuds with my Great Xia, and killing them is the only way to calm the anger.

I hope you can understand!”

The middle-aged man visibly paused at these words, and then seeing the expression on Xia Hong’s face, realized he was pretending not to know him.

He stared at Xia Hong for dozens of breaths, his expression gradually growing grim.

“Dao’er mentioned earlier that you are a smart man, acting prudently and being cautious in personality.

But now it seems he was terribly wrong!”

This was saying that he shouldn’t have killed He Meng and his men!

Xia Hong immediately understood the hidden meaning in Yuwen Hu’s words, his gaze slightly lowered, but he didn’t argue back, just continued to look at him from where he stood.

“You probably think that since He Meng killed first, it’s only right and proper for him to pay with his life, don’t you?”

So it should be!

Though there was no response, Yuwen Hu could see the answer from the expressions on Xia Hong and the others’ faces.

He chuckled coldly twice and continued:

“Such right and proper logic should be based on the fact that your Great Xia’s strength is equal to my Mirror Immortal Camp!

Do you understand!”

With the last question, Yuwen Hu suddenly raised his voice, supported his sword with both hands, and almost instantly crossed the distance of over ten meters.

The broadsword fanned out a gale, instantly striking towards Xia Hong’s face.

“Back off!”

Xia Hong had been on guard all along.

As soon as Yuwen Hu moved, he immediately shouted for the others to scatter, while he himself gripped the giant axe horizontally with both hands, building up strength to block the strongest part of the gale.

Bam…

“This…”

“This…”