Chapter 236: Chapter 146: Rage, Murder, Ferocity_4 Hearing He Gang’s words, He Meng touched his own ear, a flash of anger in his eyes, and said harshly: "How troublesome can it be? It’s just that we kill a batch to intimidate, like before. No matter how defiant they are, ultimately, they are still afraid of death!" He Gang thought of something, nodded, and laughed, "That’s true. This time we only killed eight, and it scared them stiff. It shows their backbone isn’t that tough. Once people die, they immediately know to yield and don’t come to Redwood Ridge." "Hahahaha..." Upon hearing He Gang’s words, everyone around burst into laughter. "In my opinion, this Great Xia isn’t stiff-backed; it’s cheap-boned. They must see people killed to be afraid." "Right, right, we only hunted in the north originally. If they don’t cause trouble, we can remain harmonious for a short time. Now it’s perfect; in addition, there’s still the south. The whole Redwood Ridge, from now on, belongs to our camp!" "Haha..." Whoosh... An archer at the easternmost perimeter couldn’t help but laugh wantonly, but after just two laughs, an arrow whistled through the air, abruptly cutting him off. Thud... An iron arrow shot from the darkness behind, pierced straight through the back of the laughing man’s head, exited his forehead, and carried him over ten meters forward, pinning him directly to the trunk of a large tree over twenty meters away. "Watch out, there’s an arrow!" "Who is it?" "Everyone, scatter quickly." ... He Meng’s face changed drastically, and he quickly backed away, not forgetting to shout for everyone to scatter. The moment he saw the power of the iron arrow, He Meng instantly realized that the person shooting these cold arrows was no weaker than himself. The enemy is in the dark, we are in the light, deadly enough as it is, not to mention that the one hiding might be more powerful than himself. "May I ask which camp’s friend you are? Mirror Immortal Camp’s He Meng doesn’t know when I offended you to deserve such a despicable sneak attack!" Whoosh... The response to He Meng was only another iron arrow with similar speed and strength. He tried to test, gritted his teeth, gathered his strength, and raised his blade to attempt to block it. Clang... The broad knife clashed with the iron arrow, sparking a flame, making the fleeing He Meng sway a meter or two to the left. He Meng looked down at his cracked tiger’s mouth, a trace of horror crossing his face, then quickly shouted to everyone around him, "Form a shield, you can’t withstand these arrows!" He Gang, along with more than twenty others, promptly took out a pale golden plank-like object from their backs upon hearing the command. The group of over twenty people spread out then quickly gathered, forming five teams with four to five people each, who then quickly pieced the objects together into a shield and held them up as they continued to flee. Whoosh... Another iron arrow shot from behind, targeting the group that had run the furthest, but unfortunately, they had already raised their shield, and the iron arrow hit precisely on the pale golden shield. Bang... Although the iron arrow did not penetrate the shield, the strong impact still sent the shield-bearer flying backward, tumbling over the four people in front of him, rolling on the ground for four or five meters. "How can it be so strong, Cold Resistance Level, this must be a Cold Resistance Level expert. Is it from the Hive Camp or somewhere else? Why are they causing me trouble!" Not far away, He Meng couldn’t stop his heart from trembling seeing this scene. He didn’t know the exact power of the archer behind him, but the impact from an arrow shot from such a long distance knocking down all five people wielding the Thunder Kui Shield of the Earth-digging Realm was absurd. Moreover, they were sent flying four or five meters backward. He, in any case, couldn’t possibly achieve that. ... "The Ten-stone Iron Bow seems no longer suitable for me!" On a large tree at the rear, Xia Hong, hastily pursuing with everyone, looked at the Iron Core Bow in his hand and shook his head slightly. The bow body was already fully bent, and the specially thickened bowstring had snapped. All in all, he had only shot three arrows. Around him, Xia Chuan and others looked at the curved bow body in his hand, their faces full of shock and awe, while in their hearts, an identical question emerged. How many pounds is the leader’s strength? "Alright, you all shoot arrows to hold the others first, don’t let them out of sight while I deal with them one by one!" Xia Hong glanced at the fleeing crowd in the distance, his eyes ice-cold, giving orders to his people, then tossed aside the Iron Core Bow, drew the Yi Blade from his waist, and charged forward with increased speed. The people of the Mirror Immortal Camp were retreating in an orderly fashion as well. He Meng and He Gang, the two strongest, were at the rear. Xia Hong’s initial targets were naturally these two. After receiving the order, Xia Chuan and the others bypassed He Meng and He Gang in the middle, drawing their bows to shoot iron arrows continuously at the more than twenty people fleeing ahead. With a shield to block, the iron arrows couldn’t hit those people, but Xia Chuan and the others intended only to interfere with their escape, so they were not in a hurry. Meanwhile, He Meng and He Gang, at the very back, sensed someone quickly approaching from behind and immediately became tense. "Cold Resistance Level, how did a Cold Resistance Level expert appear, and without saying anything, they just kill, why, why, why..." He Meng cried out in his heart, his expression frantically panic-stricken. Not far away, He Gang’s expression was also extremely tense. As he approached a large tree and detoured, his escape speed slowed. Swoosh... A sound of a sharp blade cutting through the air reached his ears. He Gang jerked his head back and glimpsed a flash of blade light streaking toward his back. Knowing there was no way to dodge, he abruptly lowered his head, placing his knife against his back to defend, his heart paused for several beats. Clang... A narrow long blade clashed with his broad knife, and He Gang felt like a mountain collided with him. He couldn’t even hold on for a split second before he flew backward like a broken kite. Bang...crack...crack... "Pfft..." He Gang flew backward more than ten meters away. Two crisp bone-breaking sounds came from his back, and his organs were jolted violently, causing him to spew mouthfuls of reverse blood. Even though he was injured like this, his face still showed a look of relief. Turning his head to glance at He Meng behind him, his eyes were full of gratitude. If He Meng hadn’t turned back to assist him and deflected part of the force, he would have ended up with more than just a broken back. One hundred percent, he would die! "Nearly seventy thousand pounds, it’s the Cold Resistance Level, truly a Cold Resistance Level expert..." Despite blood continuously flowing from his mouth, He Gang still struggled to urgently warn his brother, He Meng, of how immense the strength he just experienced was. However, when he glanced up, he saw He Meng’s expression frozen, disbelief filling his pupils. "How... how... how is this possible!" He Gang abruptly turned his head, also wanting to see the appearance of the person behind. Regrettably, the other party didn’t seem to intend to give him such an opportunity. Swoosh... "Watch out!" A blade light suddenly swept in. Although He Meng was already pulling him to evade, the scent of death still crept into He Gang’s nostrils. Crack... The sound of soft bones breaking erupted, and hot visceral blood splattered, suddenly staining the snow-covered ground black. Three meters away, He Meng, looking at He Gang in his hands, saw only the upper half of his brother’s body, and his expression instantly went insane. "Everyone, stop running, turn back and fight this bastard. He killed my brother. Even if I don’t want my life today, I’ll at least take a piece of his flesh, ah!" He Meng hadn’t even finished speaking before he dropped He Gang’s corpse, lifted his broad knife, and charged madly towards Xia Hong. And the over twenty people who were fleeing before, upon hearing He Meng’s words, also stopped, quickly turned around, and drew their knives, charging towards him. He Meng’s group’s ferocious response wasn’t beyond Xia Hong’s expectations. After all, he had previously witnessed Yuwen Dao’s group’s crazy fervor when hunting. If they behaved so during a hunt, what more during a life-and-death struggle now. "Just fine, I’ll take care of you all together!"