Chapter 327

Bang...

A Frostwolf less than two meters in body length suddenly rushed out from the fog zone of the southern snowfield. It stared fixedly at the Cold-Ruins Tripod burning on the snow mound. Its original cyan-jade vertical pupils were gradually becoming blood-red with greed and longing.

"Awoooo..."

The Frostwolf had already seen the group of Frigid-Resistant Level fighters from Great Xia on the snow mound. It could clearly feel that this group posed a strong threat to it. A flash of wariness first crossed its eyes, but it was soon overwhelmed by greed. After a roar, its body suddenly expanded and grew, instantly turning into a behemoth over twenty meters long.

Roar... roar... roar...

And this Frostwolf was just the beginning!

Long-tongued Snow-Manes, Golden-Eyed Demonic Sheep, Frost-Electric Apes, Fire-Stone Tigers, Blue-Moon Spirits, Golden-Armored Thunder-Kui, Cloud-Mist Teng-Jiao, Spotted Hyena-Tigers, Long-Tailed Gnawing Rats, White Bears...

Totaling over a hundred, nearly twenty different types of cold beasts broke through the fog zone in a swarm, rushing out with bared fangs and brandished claws. Like the Frostwolf, they stared fixedly at the Cold-Ruins Tripod on the snow mound, their eyes full of greed and longing. Even though they felt the threat from the Great Xia group on the mound, they still transformed into their combat forms without hesitation and accelerated toward this side.

You must know, the Frostwolf's size is considered small among cold beasts, but even so, after a high-level Frostwolf transforms into combat form, its body length mostly exceeds twenty meters.

If the Frostwolf is like this, there is no need to mention the others.

Over a hundred high-level cold beasts all transformed into combat forms and charged straight toward the snow mound; the scene was not an exaggeration to describe as "blocking out the sky and sun."

Furthermore, there were more than a hundred.

The high-level cold beasts in the fog zone almost never stopped coming.

"They should all be out now. Only the Frostwolf and Snow-Mane tribes haven't moved. The attraction of the Cold-Ruins Tripod to these beasts is actually this great!"

Xia Hong, on the snow mound, had eyes like torches. Watching the approaching cold beasts, he turned his head and shouted to the group beside him, "Follow the original plan. Do not seek to kill; just split up and lure them away."

"My lord, these cold beasts are too crazy. Extinguish the Cold-Ruins Tripod first!"

Someone couldn't help but suggest extinguishing the fire of the Cold-Ruins Tripod first.

Everyone could see that the madness of these cold beasts was triggered by the burning Cold-Ruins Tripod. Logically, as long as the fire was extinguished, these cold beasts shouldn't be this crazy.

However, this suggestion was not adopted by Xia Hong.

"Don't worry, they cannot charge up the snow mound."

The first Frostwolf had already climbed onto the slope of the snow mound, so as his words fell, Xia Hong had already drawn his Cold-Blood Blade and rushed over.

Puchi!

Xia Hong's body was like a ghost. One second he rushed out, the next he was standing directly in front of the Frostwolf, stabbing his Cold-Blood Blade fiercely through its lower jaw.

High-level cold beasts are naturally not so easily killed. The Frostwolf clearly sensed the Cold-Blood Blade sucking the blood from its body. After a flash of terror in its pupils, it immediately turned its head and pulled away, dodging the Cold-Blood Blade.

But how could Xia Hong let it have its way? With a "shoulder-lean," he suddenly lunged forward, his body like a cannonball smashing into the Frostwolf's chest.

The Frostwolf's twenty-meter-long body, after being hit by Xia Hong like this, actually flew backward like a kite with a broken string for dozens of meters.

Bang...

There were still many cold beasts rushing toward the snow mound behind, so after the Frostwolf's body flew backward, it directly collided with a large row of cold beasts rushing over, momentarily hindering their pace.

The two hundred-plus Frigid-Resistant Level fighters on the snow mound were instantly stunned.

"Gulp... exactly how many 'manes' of base strength does the Lord have?"

"This one hit knocked over at least a dozen cold beasts!"

"No wonder they said these high-level cold beasts couldn't charge up. The Lord is too strong!"

"Is the Lord really the same as us, also at the Frigid-Resistant Level?"

Xia Hong did not let up. Taking advantage of the Frostwolf not yet standing steady, he stepped on its forehead, gripped the Cold-Blood Blade in a reverse hold, and thrust it straight through its left eye, straight into its skull.

Chi...

The blood-thirst characteristic of the Cold-Blood Blade was triggered. Unlike last time, this time the Frostwolf's skull was severely damaged, so the struggle lasted less than two or three breaths.

"The seven groups will fight on their own. Split up and lure these cold beasts away. As long as you don't let me get surrounded, everything else is up to you!"

Xia Hong pulled out the Cold-Blood Blade and continued to rush toward the nearest Teng-Jiao. Seeing out of the corner of his eye that many cold beasts had bypassed him and were rushing toward the top of the snow mound, he immediately shouted to signal everyone to start.

Li Ying Xuan Ling, Xia Chuan, and the other seven squads immediately moved at the sound.

Frigid-Resistant Level fighters are not like those at the limit of the Earth-Digging Realm. Their base strength is at least one "mane" or more. It is very difficult to equip them with strong bows of suitable draw weight. Therefore, among the two hundred-plus Frigid-Resistant Level fighters present, only some of those who had merged over from Longyou recently had bows; the rest had at most a thousand-forged weapon in their hands.

Fortunately, when splitting into groups just now, Xia Chuan had been quite thoughtful, so those with bows were almost evenly distributed among the seven squads, with each squad having about five archers on average.

"Hou Ming, you guys shoot! Everyone else, follow me to intercept on the left!"

In Yu Wen-Dao's squad, the ones equipped with bows were Hou Ming and four others. After deciding to intercept on the left, he signaled Hou Ming to lead the other four to shoot and suppress, while he led the remaining twenty-plus people to draw their weapons and engage the cold beasts in close-quarters combat.

The other six groups followed suit, quickly dispersing below the snow mound and establishing a defensive line, splitting the cold beasts up.

Bang...

"Stop these cold beasts! Don't let them get close to the Lord!"

Xia Chuan controlled his Blade-Puppet, splitting a demonic sheep beside him with one strike, then sternly commanded the crowd, signaling them to lure away the cold beasts rushing toward Xia Hong.

Rumble... rumble...

This snow mound was only about a mile in circumference, and the highest point was only twenty meters. With over a hundred high-level cold beasts rushing over, in just a moment, they had flattened the snow mound.

Coupled with the Great Xia Frigid-Resistant Level fighters, who were now evenly dispersed into seven squads and entangled in battle with them, the violent power within both sides was continuously poured into the ground through weapons and limbs. The snow mound, which had already been flattened, actually began to slowly sink again, gradually forming a depression.

"This location was a waste of time to pick. The power is too great; the terrain has changed!"

Xia Hong dodged the golden light shot from the pupils on the surface of a demonic sheep, stabbed his Cold-Blood Blade fiercely into its back, and turned to look at the snow mound, which had already sunk three or four meters, a flash of solemnity crossing his eyes.

The snow mound he had deliberately chosen clearly could not play much of a role anymore.

"My lord, this won't work! There are too many cold beasts, and more are coming from behind. I fear all the cold beasts around Yangyuan Peak have come. Extinguish the Cold-Ruins Tripod, otherwise we won't be able to hold them off!"

A loud shout from Peng Bo on the flank attracted Xia Hong's attention. He turned to look at the southern fog zone and found that cold beasts were indeed rushing out of it continuously. He immediately took a breath and said in a deep voice:

"Don't panic, they cannot reach the Cold-Ruins Tripod."

After saying this, he immediately drew his Cold-Blood Blade and split the Spotted Hyena-Tiger that was rushing toward him on the flank with one strike.

Roar...

The Spotted Hyena-Tiger had clearly waited a long time for this moment. After being split by Xia Hong's blade, it immediately used its tail to balance its body, then roared, turned, kicked the ground, and leaped high, actually pouncing toward Xia Hong again.

Moreover, the layer of black spots on its body suddenly bulged, the knotted muscles inside rising high, and the entire tiger body actually expanded by another thirty or forty percent.

"You must be crazy to compete with me in strength!"

The Spotted Hyena-Tiger is a species unique to Longshan. Xia Hong had been in Longyou for so long that he was naturally no stranger to it. The black spots on the Spotted Hyena-Tiger could provide it with a fifty-percent increase in strength, usually only used when it was fighting for its life.

The impact force this Spotted Hyena-Tiger had just erupted with was roughly eighteen "manes." After activating the black spots, its strength could rise to about twenty-seven "manes." If it were against other Frigid-Resistant Level fighters, the result would go without saying.

But it had encountered him.

"Joining forces? Joining forces is useless too!"

Xia Hong glanced out of the corner of his eye and immediately noticed on the left that a Thunder-Kui was also lowering its head and rushing toward him. The sharp horn on the Thunder-Kui's forehead was flickering with electric arcs; it was clearly also storing power on the side for a long time, intending to cooperate with this Spotted Hyena-Tiger to attack him together.