Facing such an overwhelming victory, Xia Hong couldn't help but feel much more relaxed.
After all, these were nearly four hundred low-level Cold Beasts.
Under normal circumstances, even with more than a hundred people present today, even if everyone in the Great Xia Camp risked their lives, they wouldn't dare to fight against this group of Rodents.
Ninety-nine bows, over three thousand Iron Arrows.
Unexpectedly, they really resolved this formidable threat!
Xia Hong's heart was in turmoil. He looked back at everyone, waved his big hand, and was about to ask people to gather the prey on the ground.
But before he could speak, he felt a slight tremor under his feet.
"Everyone, quiet down!"
Instinctively, Xia Hong thought the movement beneath his feet was caused by everyone's excitement, so he signaled everyone to quiet down.
But as soon as he spoke, he suddenly realized something was wrong.
