Crackle...
"Who goes there!"
Just as Jiang Ping, Li Xuanhong, Cheng Guang, and Song Kang were relaxing and chatting, a faint sound of fire igniting was heard. Meng Ying was the first to notice, quickly turning his head to look northward down the tunnel.
The other four immediately ceased talking and turned their heads northward.
In the snowy night, over two hundred meters away to the north, a flame suddenly burst into life.
"Is there someone?"
"There must be someone. Let’s hurry and check it out."
"Wait, don’t all go. Jiang Ping, you go."
Meng Ying furrowed his brow slightly, stopping the others, then indicated Jiang Ping should go alone. The remaining three nodded and stayed in place.
Jiang Ping, holding a large knife, cautiously approached the flame alone.
Soon, he was less than a hundred meters away from the flame.
Whoosh...
At that moment, a black figure emerged from the snow behind the flame, raised a huge bow, and shot an arrow at Jiang Ping.
Clang...
"Who’s there, courting death!"
Jiang Ping’s roar immediately drew the attention of Meng Ying and the other four.
"There really is someone."
"bat has started, let’s help!"
Two hundred meters away, Jiang Ping swung his blade to deflect the iron arrow, then rushed forward to engage the attacker. Watching closely, Li Xuanhong and Cheng Guang, who were a bit impatient, rushed forward to help.
Meng Ying and Song Kang stayed at the tunnel entrance, observing the situation. They noticed the man in black was quickly knocked back by Jiang Ping and fled northward before Li Xuanhong and Cheng Guang could reach him, eyebrows furrowing deeply.
"Something’s wrong, Xuanhong, Cheng Guang, get back quickly..."
Whoosh...
Suddenly, from over two hundred meters to the southwest, came another iron arrow.
The arrow was clearly tied with some flammable substance, igniting in mid-air, but its target wasn’t Meng Ying or Song Kang; instead, it was the snow at the far ends of the tunnel.
"Xuanhong, Cheng Guang, quickly return!"
Interrupted, Meng Ying reacted extremely quickly, calling the two back, then ignoring the archer, he slashed away the ining iron arrow before chasing after the archer.
As the black-clad man fled northward, Li Xuanhong and Cheng Guang had already realized something was amiss, but by then they were over a hundred meters from the tunnel entrance.
The speed at Cold Resistance Level is fast, but that depends on parison.
Whoosh...
From the northwest came another iron arrow, blazing with a flame.
Clang!
The only one near the tunnel entrance who still stood there was Song Kang.
He realized the situation, deflected the iron arrow, and pursued the archer.
Meng Ying, after a fifty-meter chase, saw the person to the southwest escape. He furrowed his brow deeply, and when he turned to see Song Kang also pursuing someone to the other side, his pupils dilated, and he shouted in alarm, "Song Kang, don’t chase!"
Whoosh...
Thud!
To the south, a third hastily fired iron arrow went unchallenged and struck the snow beneath the southern side of the tunnel.
Like the previous two, this iron arrow burned fiercely in mid-air, piercing into the snow, undeterred. Instead of being smothered, it continued to burn.
"What are they planning?"
"Why are they shooting flaming arrows at the snow?"
"Whatever their plan, put out that fire quickly!"
Unlike the others, Meng Ying had already figured it out. The four who appeared consecutively were clearly part of a premeditated setup, their intentions obviously unfavorable to the group.
So, he dashed to the south side of the tunnel, signaling Song Kang, Li Xuanhong, and Cheng Guang, who were closer, to extinguish the fire quickly.
Crackle crackle...
However, their actions were still a bit too slow.
Or perhaps, whatever was buried on the south side of the tunnel was too easy to ignite.
The sound of faint crackling made the four freeze momentarily.
Boom...
A raging fire suddenly erupted from the snow that had just been hit, consuming the tunnel’s exit in an instant and spreading northward for over a hundred meters.
Boom...
Judging by the burning pattern and the scale of the ten-meter-high flames, there were clearly substantial amounts of flammable materials buried on both the north and south sides of the tunnel in advance.
"What’s going on!"
"There’s a fire ahead?"
"Just break through the tunnel, the main army is here, no problem."
"What is there to fear from fire, we’ve arrived."
...
The moment the flames rose, those at the Cold Resistance Level atop Long Mountain, and the army inside approaching the exit, were immediately aware.
Li Xuanling and the Cold Resistance Level individuals at a distance immediately rushed over. At the sight of the towering flames, their expressions changed slightly before manding the army to break through the tunnel.
"Meng Ying, what happened with the fire, where are the others?"
Fortunately, the army was unharmed; it was merely an ordinary fire...
Meng Ying was unaware of what exactly happened. Feeling relieved, his heart skipped a beat when Li Xuanling questioned him, just as he was about to respond, suddenly—
Roar...
A colossal roar echoed from the north, causing everyone to turn their heads.
Li Xuandu’s expression froze as he instinctively asked, "Didn’t the Advanced Cold Beasts retreat from the Beehive? Why are they back?"
Roar... Roar...
Rumble rumble rumble rumble...
Several furious roars followed, causing the ground to tremble, as if the entire snowy plains came alive with rumbling.
Li Xuanling, Meng Ying, and all others at Cold Resistance Level around them, their faces immediately changed.
"The fire, the fire, this fire is just like the Holy Tripod of Great Xia, it too attracts Cold Beasts. Quickly extinguish it, put out the fire, hurry..."
Meng Ying was the first to react, roaring at the others to put out the fire.
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