Chapter 295: Chapter 163: Almost Annihilated, The Mystery of Gao Yu
The Iron Refining Furnaceās suppression on the deceitful monsters at the Mirror Immortal Camp was very apparent.
This could be seen from the four Intermediate Cold Beasts.
The head of the Intermediate Teng Jiao to the east was firmly pressed to the ground by the Thunder Kui manifested by the wooden mannequin, no matter how it struggled, it couldnāt move;
The other three Intermediate Cold Beasts were the same, all of them were held down by the wooden mannequin with no chance to retaliate.
Especially after He Yuanhun fled, these four Intermediate Cold Beasts seemed soulless, their eyes continuously oozing silvery white liquid, and before long, they were killed by the wooden mannequin.
For four Intermediate Cold Beasts to end up like this, He Gang, He Meng, and the two hundred seventy Earth-digging Realm ones following He Yuanhun were even less likely to pose a threat.
During the process of driving away He Yuanhun, Xia Chuan and his team had already killed a considerable number of people. Thus, only about a hundred were truly charging towards Xia Hong.
And among these hundred or so, their eyes were leaking silver liquid. Despite their high spirits in trying to cover He Yuanhunās escape, due to the suppressive power of the Iron Refining Furnaceās light, their faces still showed intense pain.
Swoosh...
Xia Hong gripped the Yi Blade, charging headlong into the crowd of over a hundred people, like an arrow leaving the bowstring, reaching the pinnacle of speed.
So fast was his movement that the blade glint he left in his wake almost solidified, and wherever it passed, head and body separated countless times.
Pu chi... pu chi...
Slashing dozens of people in front of him wasnāt enough.
Xia Hong plunged directly into the throng, rapidly swinging his one and a half meter long blade, each strike claimed a life.
The blade light his long blade created flickered in the night sky, accompanied by splattering blood and dismembered limbs, making the scene extremely gory.
Many strikes even pierced or slashed at their eyes, and clusters of flames suddenly erupted within the crowd.
"The leader has run, disperse and escape, He Gang, block him with me!"
He Meng, despite everything, still cared about his own, and upon seeing He Yuanhun successfully escape, he immediately signaled the others to flee, whilst he, along with He Gang, continued towards Xia Hong, trying to buy time for others.
In this short span, over a hundred people at the Mirror Immortal Camp had been reduced to just thirty or forty by Xia Hong.
Seeing this group disperse and flee, Xia Hong didnāt pursue, merely gesturing to Xia Chuan and the others, then turning to face the oncoming He Meng and He Gang, his gaze sharpening.
"Didnāt you just say youād make me die submissively?! "
He Meng and He Gang, eyeing Xia Hong, had expressions twisted in utmost ferocity, being on the verge of victory tonight, yet failing, delivered a massive blow to them, in turn elevating their hatred towards Xia Hong to an all-time high.
Their silver-white pupils nearly melted, even starting to smoke black, possibly aware they couldnāt withstand the Iron Refining Furnaceās light any longer, exchanged glances with gritted teeth, and suddenly, He Meng lagged behind, allowing He Gang to charge first.
"Die!"
He Gang, who reached first, raised his saber high and hacked down on Xia Hongās head with a hysterical slash.
However, confronted with such a crazed strike.
Xia Hong merely lifted the Yi Blade casually to block.
Clang...
He Gang felt as if his strike was blocked by a wall of copper and iron, his hands trembled uncontrollably, the saber flew from his grip, and his chestās qi and blood surged uncontrollably, as if the force exerted rebounded entirely.
He stared at Xia Hong, his face instantly overwhelmed by horror.
Xia Hong had defeated He Yuanhun, he had already seen it earlier.
The leader, He Yuanhun, possessed nearly Three-Maned Power.
After his resurrection, although he achieved Cold Resistance Level strength, his power at most exceeded one mane, about a hundred and twenty thousand jin, combined with suppression from the Iron Refining Furnace, killing Xia Hong was never hopeful.
This strike, he never intended for it to kill Xia Hong.
Yet being so effortlessly blocked was beyond his expectations.
Xia Hongās power surpassed all their imaginations!
"Big brother, run, donāt come over, run!"
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Realizing his situation, He Gang gritted his teeth and shouted urgently at He Meng charging from behind, then abruptly lunged forward, grasping Xia Hongās shoulder tightly.
"Running now, itās too late!"
Their actions, He Gang and He Meng, didnāt escape Xia Hongās eyes.
Their initial plan, likely was for He Gang to restrain him first, and He Meng behind was the true killer move. Realizing Xia Hongās overwhelming power, He Gang immediately changed his strategy, signaling He Meng to flee.
He Yuanhunās escape was something he deliberately let happen. These two, whose power merely reached Cold Resistance Level, how could they escape his grasp?
As Xia Hongās words fell, he only nudged his shoulder forward.
Crack...
Thinking his grip firm to create an escape opportunity for He Meng and the others, He Gang was instantly knocked back over ten meters away.
His arms, as if struck heavily, bent backwards at an exaggerated angle, along with his body smashed into the stone wall behind, unable to even utter a scream before perishing.
Merely, just a shoulder forward.
And the person died?
Xia Chuan, Luo Yuan, Yuan Cheng, and the Hunting Team, as well as everyone from Great Xia, were instantly dumbstruck.
He Yuanhunās strength was substantial, seeing Xia Hong fight him, everyone noted Xia Hongās increased strength from the aftermath, yet due to He Yuanhunās reactions not being overly intense, they couldnāt gauge how much stronger he had become.