[{"data":1,"prerenderedAt":-1},["ShallowReactive",2],{"origin-endless-winter-my-camp-infinitely-upgrades":3,"chapter-endless-winter-my-camp-infinitely-upgrades-endless-winter-my-camp-infinitely-upgrades-chapter-138":6},{"origin":4,"title":5},"chinese","Endless Winter: My Camp Infinitely Upgrades",{"chapter":7,"nextChapterSlug":19,"prevChapterSlug":20,"totalChapters":21,"novelImage":22},{"id":8,"novel_id":9,"title":10,"slug":11,"index":12,"content":13,"wordcount":14,"created_at":15,"updated_at":15,"volume":16,"translator":17,"content_hash":18},2266564,4425,"Chapter 138: The Fearless Mirror Immortal [Combined Three Parts]","endless-winter-my-camp-infinitely-upgrades-chapter-138",138,"\u003Cp>Snowmane plays dead, and does it extremely well.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>This isn’t anything new.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Xia Hong never expected those hundreds of spines on its back could be fired out.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Thud… thud… thud…\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The ground trembled under the frantic footsteps of the fleeing Snowmane; behind it, amidst a swirling storm of snow, Xia Hong and his twelve men gave relentless chase.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“So the spines on its back were its final trick—luckily we mainly used bows today; this was pure luck!”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>During his sprint, Xia Hong glanced at the wound on his shoulder, a flicker of relief in his eyes.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Had he not been too weak, he wouldn’t have had the other fifteen scatter and hide among the surrounding trees to hunt Snowmane with arrows.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Conversely, if everyone had been stronger and unafraid of direct confrontation, they could’ve surrounded it in close formation—Snowmane wouldn’t have waited until the very end to use that move.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>We were far away when it happened, and I’d already ordered everyone to jump down from the trees—but still, one spine pierced my shoulder, leaving a wound the size of a palm.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Where are the other three?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Xia Hong turned to check on the others’ injuries, only to find eight men still following him—he immediately asked, “Where are the other three?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Zhu Shun and Zou Yuankai were wounded; I left Qiu Peng and Ying Xuan to tend to them. There should still be eleven with me, not eight.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Xia Chuan, breathing heavily, replied: “Zhao Long and the other two worried we’d run out of arrows, so they stayed behind to collect them—they’ll catch up soon.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Hearing this, Xia Hong nodded, his eyes brightening with approval.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>We’re chasing Snowmane now, and all of us are carrying only bows—no arrows left.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>During the hunt, our fifteen men emptied every arrow we had. Most are still stuck in Snowmane’s body, but many also littered the ground.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Tap… tap… tap… tap… tap…\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Leader, it’s slowing down!”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>As Snowmane’s footsteps changed, Luo Yuan immediately warned.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Xia Hong looked up and saw Snowmane stumbling, no longer sprinting as before—a smile broke across his face.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Slow down. Keep distance behind it. Don’t get close. Wait for Zhao Long and the others to bring arrows.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He was ninety percent certain Snowmane was spent.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>But that earlier scene still unsettled him—what other last-ditch survival tricks or final moves might Snowmane still have?\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Caution must come first!\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Though Xia Hong thought this, he looked ahead at Snowmane still moving forward, and a trace of worry crossed his face.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Snowmane fled west—deeper into Hongmu Ridge.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>In just this short time, it had dragged us three kilometers inward—not from the outer edge, but from where we’d already entered.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Add the initial kilometer-plus we’d covered, our nine men were now deep within Hongmu Ridge, roughly four to five kilometers in.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“We can’t go any further—draw another cold beast and we’re done for!”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>At this moment, not just Xia Hong, but the others too realized the surroundings were utterly alien—the trees had multiplied in variety, and in the distance, shadowy colossal forms loomed.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The environment here was far quieter than the outer edges.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Aside from Snowmane’s fleeing footsteps and our own pursuit, no other sound reached them.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Everywhere the eye could see was shadow and darkness.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>They had never ventured this deep into Hongmu Ridge before.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>If anything went wrong, the outcome would be unpredictable.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Xia Hong wrestled internally—reason told him to stop chasing, but his craving for mid-grade cold beast blood made him unwilling to abandon this mortally wounded Snowmane.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Leader, we’ve arrived!”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Fortunately, Zhao Long and his two brothers arrived from behind.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Not only did they arrive—they each carried a bundle of iron arrows in their hands.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Hurry forward! Hold it down! Don’t let it run again!”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Xia Hong’s face lit up with delight—this was precisely why he’d approved when Xia Chuan told him Zhao Long’s group had gone to retrieve arrows.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>When Snowmane fled, he’d completely forgotten they’d run out of arrows.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He’d assumed Snowmane was dying—just follow a bit longer and it’d be caught easily.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Had Zhao Long and the others not thought ahead, we’d now be forced to either chase deeper into the ridge or risk our lives trying to stop it—either way, perilous.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Most iron arrows were still embedded in Snowmane’s body, and given the haste, the three likely hadn’t had time to search thoroughly—their haul was only sixty or seventy arrows, not many.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>But even this small number was enough to deliver the final death sentence to the mortally wounded Snowmane.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Swish… swish… swish…\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Before shooting, the twelve had already sprinted and spread out to either side of Snowmane.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Over sixty iron arrows streaked in from the trees on both flanks.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>All aimed squarely at Snowmane’s head.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Snowmane’s stumbling form was thrown off-balance by the relentless barrage—its head, already riddled with arrows and severely wounded, took dozens more direct hits; its gait twisted, its massive body began to spasm and freeze.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Finally, after staggering forward another twenty meters, Snowmane’s life began to drain rapidly—a wave of decay spread from its massive frame.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Thud…\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>At last, its limbs collapsed, powerless.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Its enormous body crashed to the ground with a thunderous boom.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“It’s finally dead!”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>From the tree, Xia Hong finally exhaled in true relief.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Snowmane’s head had been partially shot off by the continuous arrows—not only blood, but brain matter had spilled out.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>No matter how well it played dead, this time there was no coming back.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Don’t approach yet—I’ll go check first.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Though he was nearly certain, Xia Hong stuck to his cautious nature and decided to go alone.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“No need, Leader—I’ll go.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Before he could move, Xia Chuan had already rushed forward.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Why should the Leader go? I’ll do it.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Let me go.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>……\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Even the others scattered on both sides began jostling to go first.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Their eagerness to check the corpse eased Xia Hong’s tension—he smiled faintly.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Let Xia Chuan go alone. Everyone else, wait here with me.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Their actions were touching, but habits must be cultivated—if everyone rushes forward, and something goes wrong later, it’ll be too late to regret.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The eleven didn’t wait long—after roughly ten breaths, Xia Chuan’s voice, tinged with excitement, rang out from beside the corpse:\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“It’s fine—come on over, it’s dead for sure!”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Xia Hong leapt down from the tree and arrived first.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Gazing at the massive Snowmane corpse, his eyes gleamed with joy—his exhaustion vanished instantly.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Even the wound on his shoulder seemed to ease.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The other ten gradually gathered around.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Wow, it’s huge!”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Hahaha, mid-grade cold beast? Not so scary!”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Its size is two or three times that of a low-grade Snowmane.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Seven or eight meters long—that’s at least four or five thousand jin of meat.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“More than that—it’s thicker in legs and torso too, so the meat yield must be astonishing.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“We’ll know once we get it back.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“This is a mid-grade cold beast—has anyone in the Hongmu Ridge camp ever hunted one before? Leader, did we just make history today?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>……\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The group clustered around the corpse, voices filled with awe and delight.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Indeed, during the hunt, apart from Xia Hong’s brief close encounter, the other fourteen had remained hidden dozens, even hundreds of meters away, firing arrows the entire time.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>They hadn’t realized it before—but now, standing close, they truly grasped the monstrous scale of what they’d slain.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Enough gawking—five of you, join Xia Chuan to pull out the arrows from its head; the other five, cut trees and make long poles—we’ll use them to carry it back!”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The ten’s exclamations lasted only a moment—Xia Hong gave the order, and they split into two groups, immediately getting to work.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“You’re not strong enough to resist its blood yet—be careful when pulling arrows, don’t let it touch your skin.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Actually, no reminder was needed—Xia Chuan, who’d gone first to confirm death, was already pulling arrows; seeing his cautious movements, the others immediately copied him, avoiding contact with Snowmane’s oozing blood.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Hiss…\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Xia Hong sucked in a sharp breath, touching his stinging cheek, then looked down at his chest and arms, now split open and raw—he immediately guessed his face was likely equally ruined.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He didn’t warn them without reason—when he’d furiously stabbed Snowmane’s seven orifices with the Yi Dao at the pit, blood had splattered all over him.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>At the time, a fierce burning sensation surged into his mind, but the battle was intense—he’d focused entirely on Snowmane and ignored it.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Now that he’d relaxed, the pain exploded violently.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“If I hadn’t pushed my base strength to the 30,000 jin limit just before the end, I wouldn’t have been able to kill this Snowmane—just its splattered blood would’ve taken half my life!”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>When his base strength was only 20,000 jin, the blood of the Rat King had burned straight through his skin—he’d needed Sun Cold Light to heal the burns completely.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Now, at the 30,000 jin limit, the blood still blistered his skin, but didn’t damage his bones or muscles—and the pain was noticeably milder than before.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Though his skin was split and flesh torn, making him look horrific, and though he felt intense pain,\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Xia Hong clearly sensed he could endure it—and that, in the process, his skin membrane and basic strength were noticeably improving.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“It’s just ugly to look at, but it should heal quickly…”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Luckily it was night, and because the spot was so deep, he dared not let anyone light a fire; everyone could only see he was covered in blood. If they saw his current horrifying state—skin split open—they might mistake him for a phantom.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Huh…\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Hurry up and pack up. We can’t stay here long.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Taking a deep breath, Xia Hong forced himself to endure the agony, urged everyone to move faster, then climbed a tree to observe the surroundings.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>They were already five kilometers deep inside Redwood Ridge; the trees here were not only much thicker than those on the periphery, but also far more diverse in species.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Three to four kilometers to the north lay a vast mist zone, at least five to six hundred meters wide by sight; far to the south, a colossal tree with an absurdly wide trunk could be seen, its branches coiled with dozens of massive shapes, each nearly the same size as the recently dead Snowmane.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The northern mist zone should be the territory of a Tengjiao—but low-level Tengjiao only create mist zones fifty meters across.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Five to six hundred meters… is this intermediate or high-level?\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>And that giant tree to the south—what is it? A Snowmane herd? Or a Frostwolf pack?\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Judging by their size, it’s likely dozens of intermediate and dozens of high-level cold beasts gathered together—meaning there must be a high-level cold beast leader…\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Xia Hong pulled his gaze back, shaken in spirit, yet also secretly relieved.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Just now, the Snowmane was fleeing precisely to avoid other cold beast territories.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>This also showed that cold beasts had strict hierarchies.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Even in its gravely wounded state, instinct drove the Snowmane not to enter another cold beast’s territory.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“All packed up, leader.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Hearing Xia Chuan’s call from below, Xia Hong leapt straight down.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Everyone’s quivers were refilled again; the Snowmane carcass was tied to two long poles, with two people carrying each end.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Alright, let’s head back!”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Xia Hong gave the order and led the way eastward along the perimeter.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Xia Chuan and Luo Yuan flanked the sides, Yue Feng and Yuan Cheng followed behind, while Zhao Long and his two brothers climbed the trees directly, with the four carrying the prey in the center.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>They’d hunted here for more than just a few days; their return formation had long become routine.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Without Xia Hong needing to speak, everyone knew their roles.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>In this unfamiliar environment, with the occasional growls and breaths of unknown cold beasts echoing from all around, Xia Hong led the group forward at a near-run. In minutes, they’d covered over two miles east.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Just another one or two miles ahead, they’d reach the familiar outer zone—and then they’d be close to exiting Redwood Ridge.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Xia Hong glanced back, exhaling slightly in relief.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Finally, we can breathe. Staying inside was suffocating!”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Same here. It was pitch black. We didn’t see a single cold beast, yet every direction felt oppressive. These cold beasts must each have their own territory. We were lucky to follow that Snowmane in—if we’d wandered blindly, we’d be dead in minutes.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Luo Yuan and Xia Chuan couldn’t help speaking out; even after just minutes outside, they remained tense, convinced something in the shadows was watching them.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The others didn’t speak, but their expressions made it clear—they’d been just as uneasy during those minutes.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“No talking. Keep moving. We’ll be out soon!”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Xia Hong cut off their chatter and pushed the group to move faster.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Swoosh…\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>=9+Book_Ba\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Less than two hundred meters ahead, a swift arrow suddenly sliced through the air, flying horizontally across Xia Hong’s vision—just over ten meters ahead—and embedded itself in a large tree to the right.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Crack… Boom…\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Xia Hong’s expression tightened. Before he could react, the left side erupted with the sound of snapping and collapsing trees.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Someone?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Watch out.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“From the north.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“That tree—it fell.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>…………\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Their footsteps were quiet, but the arrow’s whistle was unmistakable. Before Xia Hong could speak, the others were already alert.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Xia Hong turned to face the left—the northern side of Redwood Ridge—and his brow furrowed.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>North, over a hundred meters away.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>After the tree Xia Chuan mentioned collapsed, an eight-to-nine-meter-long behemoth tumbled down with a thunderous crash;\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Arrows rained down upon the beast like hail;\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Simultaneously, a figure wielding a massive broadsword leapt from the nearest tree, landing directly atop the behemoth’s head.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Foreigners have intruded to hunt!”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Was it that group again?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Probably the Mirror Immortal Camp.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Only they’d dare. No other camps are out here.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“They didn’t even greet us—just barged right in, hmph!”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>…………\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Clearly, this was another group hunting an intermediate cold beast, just like them. Xia Chuan and the others understood instantly.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Everyone spoke up, voices laced with anger.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>When they fell silent, all eyes turned to Xia Hong, who had yet to speak.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Go take a look!”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Xia Hong knew exactly what they were thinking. His face darkened—he’d seen no sign of the Mirror Immortal Camp on the perimeter, and had assumed they hadn’t crossed the border.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Yet they hadn’t just crossed it—they’d penetrated two kilometers deep and were already hunting here.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Redwood Ridge had long been considered Xia territory; its resources were unquestionably Xia’s exclusive domain.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The Mirror Immortal Camp’s brazen intrusion clearly showed they didn’t respect the Xia Camp at all.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Leave the prey. Xia Chuan, Luo Yuan, come with me. The other nine find cover positions. I want to see just how bold this Mirror Immortal Camp really is!”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>They hunted at night; like them, they used bows; and the man with the broadsword fought the beast using evasion and circling tactics.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Just from these three clues, Xia Hong could roughly judge their personnel composition and strongest fighter were similar to his own.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Xia Hong knew the Mirror Immortal Camp had Cold-Resistant-level fighters.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>But in such a dangerous hunt, a Cold-Resistant would never hide in the shadows while lower-ranked fighters battled cold beasts. Xia Hong refused to believe it.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Since the Cold-Resistant wasn’t present, and their strength matched his own—and they were currently pinned down by the beast—this was too good an opportunity to pass up.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Zhao Long led the other eight to scatter and climb the trees, stringing their longbows in the shadows, aiming at the few exposed members of the Mirror Immortal Camp—they clearly understood Xia Hong’s intent.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Xia Hong, meanwhile, led Xia Chuan and Luo Yuan forward.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>As they drew closer, the three saw the true form of the massive creature.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>It was a Golden-Eyed Demon Sheep—a creature all three knew well—but this one was nearly nine meters long, with a shoulder height of five to six meters, standing like a building. Its white mane hung down four to five meters on either side, like two massive gray-white curtains.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The most terrifying part was its back: sixteen pairs of golden eyes, each the size of lanterns.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Five of them had been pierced by iron arrows, blood oozing steadily;\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>the other eleven continuously erupted in blinding golden light—each beam like an arrow, striking the broadsword wielder and the archers hidden among the surrounding trees.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The Golden-Eyed Demon Sheep’s size was monstrous; its charge shook the earth, its impact far exceeding that of the Snowmane. Not just the nearby trees—\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>In mere moments, over a dozen large trees had been shattered and toppled; within a hundred-meter radius, not a single intact tree remained.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>As they saw the Golden-Eyed Demon Sheep, they also clearly saw its opponent.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Too far to make out his face, they could only see his burly frame, clad in black, gripping a massive broadsword one and a half meters long and over twenty centimeters wide.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The blade wasn’t just sharp—it was absurdly oversized.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Most men couldn’t even lift it.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Yet in his hands, it felt weightless.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>His swings, blocks, chops, and parries flowed with perfect fluidity.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Even more impressive, he used the sword’s momentum to adjust his body, circling the demon sheep constantly, occasionally slashing deep gashes into its hide.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Iron arrows from the surrounding trees kept striking the beast’s eyes, always targeting the golden orbs. One archer’s shots were pinpoint-accurate—each time the demon sheep tried to unleash its light to suppress the black-clad man, the arrow struck just in time, preventing the light from firing.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Boom…\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The demon sheep seized an opening, lowering its head to charge. The black-clad man, caught off-guard, raised his broadsword to block—and as expected, he and his sword were launched into the air.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Seizing the moment, the demon sheep’s eleven golden eyes opened simultaneously. Ignoring the arrows from the trees, it unleashed eleven beams of golden light directly at the airborne man.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Pfft… Pfft…\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Roar…”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>A chorus of arrows piercing eyeballs rang out, followed immediately by the demon sheep’s agonized bellow.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>But Xia Hong’s gaze locked onto the black-clad man—he noticed one beam had pierced his abdomen, and his brow twitched slightly.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Big brother, hit?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“He’s hit. The black-clad man’s wounded—badly.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Xia Hong merely twitched his brow, but Xia Chuan and Luo Yuan had no such restraint—their faces lit up with delight as they spoke to him.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Don’t talk. They’re strong. This demon sheep is done for!”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Though the demon sheep had wounded the black-clad man, its eleven golden eyes were now all gone, obliterated by the barrage of arrows.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Roar… Roar… Roar…”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>All sixteen golden eyes on its back were shot out, and the demon goat’s final ferocity seemed to ignite—it leapt violently, roaring without pause.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The black-clad man, after landing at a distance, had just torn a strip of cloth to bind his abdominal wound when the demon goat charged straight at him.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Boss!”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Brothers, we can’t let this beast harm the boss!”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“It’s blind as a bat—what’s there to fear?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Charge!”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>…………\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>From the surrounding trees came several roars; over twenty men leapt down in a swarm and rushed toward the demon goat.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>These twenty-plus men carried bows on their backs—clearly, the arrows had come from them—and each held a large saber, roaring as they charged, radiating a fierce, fearless spirit.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Of course, they were fast.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>But the demon goat was faster.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The black-clad man, whom they called boss, clearly didn’t place his hopes on these twenty men—he finished binding his wound, raised his broadsword, and sidestepped.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The demon goat’s six sharp horns were each two to three meters long; when it charged forward, its lateral attack range was astonishingly wide.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The black-clad man was swift, but human physique was inherently disadvantaged compared to the demon goat, let alone his speed being inferior.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Thwip…\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>As Xia Hong had predicted, the black-clad man’s left shoulder was pierced straight through by one of the demon goat’s horns—but what followed utterly surprised Xia Hong.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Despite being pierced through the shoulder, the black-clad man didn’t hesitate—he gripped the broadsword with both hands, drove it sharply downward, bypassing the horn, and buried it into the demon goat’s neck.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Thwip…\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“This strength… exceeds mine…”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Seeing the broadsword sink more than half a meter into the demon goat’s neck, Xia Hong’s pupils contracted sharply, his spirit tensing.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He had already experienced the bone and hide of a mid-tier cold beast—so close, to pierce through the neck required instantaneous explosive force; he conservatively estimated it must exceed forty thousand jin.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Right now, even with his Long Fist form, he could barely unleash thirty-six thousand jin.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>This black-clad man’s base strength was certainly greater than his own.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The broadsword piercing its neck sent searing pain through the demon goat, causing it to stagger.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>It strained to stabilize itself with all four limbs, but the twenty-plus men descending from the trees gave it no chance.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The twenty men were clearly divided: ten charged straight for its head, while the rest split into five groups, attacking its limbs and tail.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The demon goat’s body was too massive; after just a few slashes, the men were kicked away by its randomly flailing limbs.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Bones shattered, blood spurted, arms and legs severed, sabers flew, bodies hurtled over ten meters, some grievously wounded, unconscious, dead or alive.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The fate of these twenty-plus men was no different from these outcomes.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>But what shocked Xia Hong and the other two was this: among those not unconscious or grievously wounded, every single one who could still move picked up their sabers and charged again.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>They showed no fear of death whatsoever.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>As the twenty-plus men took turns slashing, and the leader relentlessly struck the demon goat’s head, over a hundred breaths passed—finally, the demon goat’s limbs began trembling, its strength waning, its body swaying unsteadily.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Brothers, almost there—hold on a little longer, this demon goat’s about to fall!”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Worth it—I chopped it over ten times, blades all nicked!”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“No problem—we’ll sharpen them again when we get back. Iron’s nothing.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Boss, how are you holding up?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Seeing the demon goat teetering, the men still swinging their sabers cheered and shouted excitedly; finally, one of them asked, voice tinged with concern, “Boss, how are you?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“I’m fine. Fall back—all of you. This demon goat has no strength left to flee…”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Xia Hong, Xia Chuan, and Luo Yuan, who had been watching from the sidelines for a long time, heard the black-clad man speak for the first time. All three froze, not even noticing the brief pause mid-sentence.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The black-clad man’s voice was surprisingly young.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>No—it was unnaturally young.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>His tone sounded barely sixteen or seventeen, like Xia Chuan’s.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Come, join me in welcoming our friends from Great Xia!”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The three men perched on the tree, startled by his next words, their expressions shifting slightly.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He’d spotted them.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Since they were discovered, the three no longer hid—they leapt down from the tree.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Xia Hong lowered his gaze, leading the other two forward slowly until they stopped, only ten meters from the black-clad man.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“You bring so many men, intruding into Great Xia’s territory, hunting without permission—how dare you call us ‘friends’? I, Xia Hong, refuse such a title!”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>(End of Chapter)\u003C\u002Fp>",3870,"2026-06-19T20:30:15.201Z",1,"Qwen3-Next 80B","6f8f1731cea29cb87d0e80cc370daead54f3530b0f69d92c05a37f5947ae1c82","endless-winter-my-camp-infinitely-upgrades-chapter-139","endless-winter-my-camp-infinitely-upgrades-chapter-137",521,"https:\u002F\u002Fnovelzhen.com\u002Fimages\u002Fcovers\u002Fendless-winter-my-camp-infinitely-upgrades-cover.jpg"]