Xia Chuan controlled the Sword Puppet, slashing open a Demon Sheep beside him, then sternly commanded the crowd, signaling them to divert several Cold Beasts charging at Xia Hong.
Rumble... Rumble...
This Snow Hill was merely about a mile in circumference, with the highest point only twenty meters. When over a hundred Advanced Cold Beasts charged over, it took just a moment to flatten the Snow Hill completely.
Moreover, with those of Great Xia's Cold Resistance Level dispersed evenly into seven squads engaging in battle with them, the violent power from both sides continued to pour onto the ground through weapons and limbs, causing the originally flattened Snow Hill to begin sinking slowly, gradually forming a depression.
"This spot was a wasted choice, the power is too great, the terrain's changed!"
