Xia Hong's murderous intent was intense, not holding back in the slightest, and with the sweep of his long blade, more than ten of the slowest runners were instantly decapitated.
"Xia Hong, do you really want to engage in an endless fight to the death with my Mirror Immortal Camp?"
In the blink of an eye, another dozen died, adding to the four who just perished, and Yuwen Hu finally couldn't hold back his furious roar.
Even several hundred Earth-digging Realm cannot withstand such wanton carnage!
The key is, judging by the strength Xia Hong is displaying at this moment, tonight's encirclement is destined to fail.
If this continues, even if they manage to kill Xia Hong in the end, many in the camp will surely die, and such a result is not what he wants to see.
Yuwen Hu could only hope that Xia Hong retained a shred of rationality.
Unfortunately, he resorted to threats.
"Hasn't it already begun?"
