Endless Winter: My Camp Upgrades Infinitely

258: Chapter 152: Mirror Immortal’s Killing Intent, Who Has Fallen?_4 258: Chapter 152: Mirror Immortal’s Killing Intent, Who Has Fallen?_4 At the same time, behind Yuwen Hu, two to three hundred people gradually gathered, forming a circle and surrounding Xia Hong in the center.

“Truly, the wheel of fortune turns!

Leader Xia Hong, this time, you’ve lost!”

Xia Hong did not speak, he simply stared at the giant bow in Yuwen Hu’s hand, or more accurately, the white bowstring of that giant bow.

Seeing that the bowstring was also twisted from white silk threads, but several times thicker than the bowstrings seized from He Meng and his men last time, Xia Hong’s expression slightly changed.

Even though so many arrows had just been fired at him, the ones Xia Hong truly cared about were only three: the first arrow aimed at Luo Yuan, the second shot at his left eye, and the third forcing him to dodge.

These three arrows were clearly shot by Yuwen Hu.

Not to mention the first and last, the middle one alone had enough power to break through his skin, its strength definitely above one mane.

The white silk thread, when thickened, had such high resilience!

“Leader Xia Hong, earlier He Meng killed eight of your men, while you killed twenty-five of theirs; tonight, I led people to encircle you, both sides suffered casualties.

Looking at the numbers, Great Xia still profits, wouldn’t you say?”

Seeing Xia Hong remain silent, Yuwen Hu continued speaking, this time with a touch of sincerity in his tone.

Hearing this tone, Xia Hong roughly guessed what he wanted to say, not answering his question, he simply raised his head and calmly asked:

“What do you want to say?”

Yuwen Hu took a step forward and said in a deep voice: “You and I are both human, struggling to survive in the Ice Abyss, why fight to the death like this?

The deceitful monster and the Cold Beast are our real enemies, Brother Xia Hong, wouldn’t you agree?”

Now, we would get to the point!

Xia Hong looked up without speaking, continuing to wait for Yuwen Hu to speak.

“As long as Brother Xia Hong is willing to lead Great Xia to join, our Mirror Immortal Camp will welcome you with open arms, offering you the third seat, how about it?”

At this moment, a young man also stepped out from behind Yuwen Hu.

“Brother Xia, our Mirror Immortal Camp has a population of over ten thousand, with hundreds in the Earth-digging Realm.

As you saw today, we have the Great Leader He Yuanhun, a man of great talent and foresight, who appreciates talent.

He said that as long as you’re willing to bring Great Xia in, all past grievances can be forgiven, and any other requests you have can be considered.”

Looking at the young man behind Yuwen Hu, a shadow crossed Xia Hong’s face, and he said in a deep voice: “It seems, I shouldn’t have let you go back then!”

That young man was none other than Yuwen Dao, who had once crossed paths with Xia Hong and was set free.

Upon hearing Xia Hong’s words, both Yuwen father and son changed their expressions.

Clearly, their previous words were all in vain.

“Had you spoken like this when we first met, I might not have agreed, but at least I would have seriously considered it.

Now though…”

Xia Hong didn’t finish his sentence, but his gaze shifted to the corpses of Li Yun and Li Pingkai behind the crowd, his face cold.

“Leader Xia Hong, if you really think about it, in those three conflicts overall, more people have died in the Mirror Immortal Camp than in Great Xia, so why do you…”

“Yuwen Hu, what was the first thing you said…?”

There was no point in saying more, Xia Hong abruptly interrupted Yuwen Hu, and after Yuwen Hu’s momentarily stunned expression, he asked in a tone with a hint of challenge: “I’ve lost?”

Gripping the Yi Blade, Xia Hong looked up at Yuwen Hu, scanning the people of the Mirror Immortal Camp in a circle, and said in a deep voice:

“Whether it’s me who’s lost or not, it’s too early to say.

Today’s ambush, you can say you have achieved something.

But afterward, it’s going to be trouble for your Mirror Immortal Camp…”

Upon finishing the last word, Xia Hong’s figure suddenly leapt, the Yi Blade drawing a cold light in the night sky, rushing straight at Yuwen Hu at the center.

Surrounded by two to three hundred people, Xia Hong was not afraid; he actually charged first towards them!

No matter how good Yuwen Hu’s temper was, he couldn’t maintain his composure.

“So stubborn and unyielding, then kill!”

Immediately, everyone around drew their broadswords, enclosing Xia Hong in layers of inner and outer rings.