Chapter 260: Chapter 153: The Terrifying Hue of the Dense Forest, The Shadow of Mirror Immortal Gu_2
Xia Hongâs murderous intent was intense, not holding back in the slightest, and with the sweep of his long blade, more than ten of the slowest runners were instantly decapitated.
"Xia Hong, do you really want to engage in an endless fight to the death with my Mirror Immortal Camp?"
In the blink of an eye, another dozen died, adding to the four who just perished, and Yuwen Hu finally couldnât hold back his furious roar.
Even several hundred Earth-digging Realm cannot withstand such wanton carnage!
The key is, judging by the strength Xia Hong is displaying at this moment, tonightâs encirclement is destined to fail.
If this continues, even if they manage to kill Xia Hong in the end, many in the camp will surely die, and such a result is not what he wants to see.
Yuwen Hu could only hope that Xia Hong retained a shred of rationality.
Unfortunately, he resorted to threats.
"Hasnât it already begun?"
Xia Hong, amidst the crowd, kept swinging his Yi Blade and mockingly retorted to Yuwen Hu with a slightly breathless voice.
"Arrogant! Kill him for me, I refuse to believe we canât take you down!"
Yuwen Huâs rage surged to his head; he quickly treated the wound on his neck, raised his Broadsword, and charged directly at Xia Hong.
Though it was said that several hundred Earth-digging Realm were laying siege, in reality, only about twenty to thirty of them in the inner layers could actually engage with Xia Hong.
Though quite a few had already raised their longbows nearby, due to Xia Hongâs nimble dodges behind the people of the Mirror Immortal Camp, they feared collateral damage and could only keep their arrows mounted, not daring to release them.
The people of the Mirror Immortal Camp werenât fools; they were all Earth-digging Realm with rich battle experience. Since Xia Hong began killing more than a dozen from the start, the twenty to thirty in the inner layer have been constantly rotating.
Clearly, they planned to wear him out!
Xia Hong could easily see through their intentions, and with a cold laugh, feeling the ample strength within him, his eyes shone even colder, and the speed at which he wielded the Yi Blade increased.
Clang...
Feeling the gust of wind from the Broadsword behind him, Xia Hong knew Yuwen Hu had approached closely. His brow furrowed sharply, and he swiftly retracted the Yi Blade he originally swung at the person beside him, blocking behind him instead.
A spark burst forth, reflecting onto the face of a man who narrowly survived, causing him to show a hint of joy as he immediately retreated, quickly replaced by someone else from behind.
However, the newcomer hadnât even raised his blade before Xia Hongâs body hurtled towards him like a cannonball.
Xia Hong had, in fact, used the force from Yuwen Huâs Broadsword swing to bounce back here.
Moving so fast and striking so hard, Xia Hong didnât bother to retract the Yi Blade from behind, but his left hand was free.
As he swept his Cross Fist towards the manâs face, Xia Hong saw his features clearly, his pupil constricting abruptly, and his gaze lifted slightly, noticing a round hole in the manâs brow.
As if confirming something, his face was instantly filled with astonishment and confusion.
"Wasnât this person killed by me?"
Xia Hong was filled with horror; he remembered clearly that during the mission six days ago to kill He Meng and his group of twenty-five, he had seen this man.
Not only did he see him, but the round hole in the manâs brow was clearly from the Yi Blade he had thrown that pierced through.
Brow pierced and still alive?
This... how is it possible!
Despite the overwhelming horror in his heart, Xia Hongâs movements didnât slow.
The Cross Fist swept right through, and with terrifying force, he knocked the manâs head off, noticing Yuwen Hu following closely behind again, Xia Hong scanned his surroundings quickly and dashed towards another direction.
"Brothers, fear not; fight him to the end. We have numbers, weâll tire him out, and with our leader here, thereâs nothing to fear even if we die!"
"Thatâs right, his strength isnât as great as before, charge!"
"Mirror Immortals, fear not death, fight this mad dog, argh!"
"Mirror Immortals, fear not death."
"Mirror Immortals, fear not death!"
...
From beginning to end, Xia Hong had already slain twenty to thirty, and the psychological defenses of this group seemed to reach a critical pointâthe fear on their faces vanished after a bout of shouting, leaving only ferocity and hysteria.
They all raised their blades and surged towards Xia Hong once more.
Just as Xia Hong reached another position, he grasped onto someoneâs shoulder and yanked him around. Upon seeing the manâs face clearly, his pupil constricted yet again.
Another one!
Another person whom he had killed once before.
Xia Hong glanced around, blocking the incoming weapons while shifting positions, almost surveying everyoneâs faces.
"Three, four, five, six..."
As he recognized more and more familiar faces, a terrifying guess popped into Xia Hongâs mind.
No, itâs not a guess.
Itâs the truth!
No wonder, no wonder the Mirror Immortal Camp, knowing full well the location of Great Xiaâs outpost, dared not come looking for trouble these past six days but merely stationed people to keep watch around the valley and set this ambush specifically for him here.
No wonder the people of the Mirror Immortal Camp are so fearless of death.
If thatâs the case, then it makes perfect sense!
This Mirror Immortal Camp is either controlled by deceitful monsters or infiltrated by them.
No, it canât be!
Clang...
During the shock in Xia Hongâs eyes, he raised his blade with his right hand to block a strike from Yuwen Hu. As he retreated, another perplexity arose in his mind.
Resurrection, it canât be possible.
These people are absolutely deceitful monsters or controlled by them, just like the Wood Puppet Monster before.