Endless Winter: My Camp Upgrades Infinitely

"Xia Ding, how can his strength be so strong?"

Although Shi Qing was greatly shocked, his reaction was not slow at all. Seeing that Xia Ding and the other thirteen people had dispersed and were chasing after them, he immediately ordered a counterattack.

"Shi Dong, go to the left to find cover! Wang Ming, lead the team to block them! Hurry!"

Xia Ding and the others were chasing at a considerable speed.

Moreover, they had already lost three people, leaving only ten.

Running away blindly would only give the opponent a chance to defeat them one by one.

The people in the camp cooperated tacitly. Upon receiving the order, they immediately stopped fleeing. Wang Ming, wielding a broadsword, turned around with the seven men behind him; Shi Qing and Shi Dong, on the other hand, went left and right, quickly climbing up a large tree.

The swordsmen led a feigned attack, while Shi Qing and Shi Dong hid in the shadows, mainly attacking with arrows.

This was the formation that the Da Shi camp consistently used against enemies.

On the other side, Wang Ming, who had already turned around, led seven men to block Xia Ding and his thirteen men. He glanced down inadvertently at the three corpses on the ground, and Wang Ming's hands, gripping the sword, exerted a little force, as if this could bring a little sense of security.

Until now, they still didn't understand how these three people on the ground had died. Xia Ding clearly hadn't moved, and neither had the twelve men behind him.

Where did that sound, like a silver needle piercing the air, come from?

As soon as the sound rang out, the three of them seemed to be cursed and suddenly died.

And Xia Ding, when did he become so powerful?

The unknown breeds fear in people's hearts.

"Charge!"

Of course, it can also stimulate a strong will to survive.

Seeming to realize that they were in dire straits, Wang Ming roared, his fear transforming into anger and madness, and he took the lead in charging towards Xia Ding with his sword.

As the second strongest in the camp, second only to Shi Qing and Shi Dong.

Wang Ming's desperate attempt was undeniably powerful.

Swish…

The blade sliced through the night sky, emitting a sharp cutting sound, and the violent wind brought by the fierce force lifted the snow on the ground several meters high, reaching Xia Ding in almost an instant.

Wang Ming's eyes widened in anger, and he swung this blade with almost all his strength.

"This strike will either kill you or leave you severely injured!"

This was Wang Ming's first thought after sensing the blade touching something.

Unfortunately, the result was completely contrary to his thought.

Xia Ding simply sidestepped and dodged his strike.

Not only did he dodge, but he also went around to his side and pressed down on the sword with his hand, directly forcing his sword into the snow, even sinking it into the soil a few inches.

"How can he be so fast? Xia Ding, could he have broken through to the Earth Digging Realm?"

A fierce fist wind came from his ear, interrupting the suspicion in Wang Ming's heart.

He knew that Xia Ding had made his move.

He had used too much strength just now, and the potential energy was too full. Even if he let go of the sword now, he would not be able to avoid Xia Ding's punch, so he did not let go.

In this desperate situation, Wang Ming should have been afraid.

But not only was he not afraid, but a triumphant smile appeared on his face.

Whoosh…

The sound of arrows breaking through the air rang out. From the large trees where Shi Qing and Shi Dong were hiding, two waves, a total of four arrows, came speeding towards them.

The target was none other than Xia Ding.

The angles of the arrows were extremely tricky. The first two arrows were aimed at Xia Ding's left hand, which was pressing down on the sword, and his right fist, which was aimed at Wang Ming; the latter two arrows flew straight towards his face.

Having partnered with the Shi Qing brothers for many years, the tacit understanding between the three of them had reached the point where they didn't even need to exchange glances. Wang Ming's frontal charge with his sword was not intended to cause any harm to Xia Ding at all, but only to create an opportunity for Shi Qing and Shi Dong.

He never expected that Xia Ding's speed would be so fast, not only easily dodging his strike, but also quickly countering his sword.

Although the counter was successful, it also restricted Xia Ding's own movements.

The four arrows almost sealed off Xia Ding. Even if he retreated now, he could at most only dodge the two arrows aimed at his hands. The two arrows aimed at his face were unavoidable.

However, the next scene directly stunned everyone.

Xia Ding did not dodge, and his fist wind became even more violent.

Clang, clang, clang, clang…

All four iron-tipped arrows hit their target. Even one of the second wave of arrows pierced Xia Ding's right eye, penetrating at least ten centimeters.

Bang…

But even so, Xia Ding's fierce right fist still hit.

Wang Ming didn't even have time to turn his head before his body was slammed into the snow behind him like a cannonball, creating a loud crash.

He was also at the Lumbering Realm, and his physical body was not weak. Although his head was not shattered by this punch, it was still sunken by at least a small half.

One strike, fatal.

Wang Ming died just like that.

And Xia Ding, with four arrows stuck in his body, stood up as if nothing had happened, then turned his head, his left eye, which had no arrow stuck in it, staring at the two large trees in the back through the night, the strange smile on his face always there.

Whether it was the seven people who were entangled with the other group, or Shi Qing and Shi Dong hiding in the large trees behind, at this moment, their hearts were filled with fear and horror.

"Everyone run! He's not Old Ding, he's the ghoul from Redwood Ridge!"

If Shi Qing couldn't see it by now, then he would have been unworthy of being the leader.

He shouted in alarm, drawing his bow and nocking an arrow, shooting all eight arrows from the wooden tube on his back in one breath. The target was not Xia Ding, but the seven Lumbering Team members who were entangled.

Shi Dong on the other side was also doing the same.

The seven Lumbering Team members were already greatly disturbed by the words "ghoul" in Shi Qing's words, but because they were being blocked, they couldn't retreat for a while.

At this moment, with the help of more than ten sharp arrows, the seven people thought they could retreat smoothly, so they turned around and ran away, taking advantage of the gap when the sharp arrows flew towards the other side.

However, just like Wang Ming's encounter just now.

None of the Great Xia Lumbering Team members dodged the sharp arrows.

They allowed the sharp arrows to hit their bodies, chasing desperately.

Several people who were shot in the chest were knocked down by the huge impact of the sharp arrows, while the others who were only shot in the limbs were only slightly slower.

The two slowest runners among the seven were instantly caught up.

Not to mention resistance, they didn't even turn around before they were hacked into mincemeat by the axes of several people behind them.

The five people who had already escaped looked back at this scene, and they didn't dare to slow down at all, quickly rushing to the back, following behind Shi Qing and Shi Dong, fleeing frantically.

However, that "Xia Ding" clearly didn't intend to let them go.

The thirteen people with arrows stuck all over their bodies chased from behind so swiftly. The arrow stuck in the right eye of the leading "Xia Ding" shook up and down as he ran. No matter how you looked at it, the scene was terrifying.

"Don't run towards the camp! If we bring them over, we will all die."

Despite fleeing in a panic, Shi Qing was not completely confused, and led Shi Dong and the other five people, deliberately fleeing in the opposite direction of their own camp.

Whoosh…

A sharp sound entered his ears, and Shi Qing's face tightened.

This was the second time. How could he not tell that it was this sound that had just rang out that had caused those three people to die inexplicably.

What exactly was it?

Shi Qing was anxious and turned his head to look around, forcibly calming himself down to find the source of the sound.

Suddenly, a fine and long ray of light reflected into his pupils from the front. Shi Qing, who was running frantically, suddenly lowered his head, not forgetting to shout and remind those behind him:

"Lower your heads! There's something ahead!"

Shi Dong, who was closest to him, lowered his head first.

Three of the five people behind also lowered their heads.

Only the last two people, whether they didn't hear clearly or reacted too slowly, still didn't lower their heads and rushed straight over.

Clearly, they couldn't see anything blocking them, but the last two people, like the previous three, suddenly froze, and then three strange red dots appeared between their eyebrows.

Fresh blood flowed out from the red dots, and the two fell to the ground at the same time.

Shi Qing, who was running frantically, felt as if his heart was bleeding.

A few days ago, when hunting that snow mane, they lost three, including his own brother. Now, eight more have died.

Of the sixteen members of the Da Shi Lumbering Team, only five remained.

The key was that the five of them were not even sure they could keep their lives.

Because that ghoul was still chasing them relentlessly.

Their physical strength was declining, and their speed was getting slower and slower, but on the other hand, the speed of the monsters behind them did not slow down at all.

The Da Shi camp was probably going to be gone.

Just as Shi Qing had this desperate thought in his mind.

A sharp and revealing young voice suddenly came from the right.

"I finally found you. Now, let's see where you can run!"