Endless Winter: My Camp Upgrades Infinitely

At this moment, the valley floor was littered with the fragmented remains of seven or eight hundred people.

The dense white lines erupting from the wooden puppet's body were all precisely connected to these remains, without a single error.

Earlier, when they had just returned, the valley floor was covered in severed limbs and broken bodies. Everyone had assumed that when the wooden puppet went on a killing spree, the people in the camp had scattered and fled, creating the horrifying scene of corpses strewn across the field.

Now it seemed that the wooden puppet had done this deliberately.

"Don't just stand there, quickly cut these white lines!"

Yang Ningsheng was behind the others. He raised his sword and quickly cut the white lines closest to him, then turned his head with a solemn expression and shouted loudly at the others.

The others reacted and hurriedly followed him, slashing at the white lines.

Unfortunately, Yang Ning's silver longsword could create sparks when it struck the white lines, and then they would snap.

But the broadswords in their hands couldn't do that.

"Your weapons are useless, go and distract it!"

Realizing that the others' weapons were useless, Yang Ning quickly gave another reminder.

Li Hu was the most in sync with Yang Ning. Before Yang Ning's words even finished, he had already charged towards the wooden puppet.

Besides him, Xia Hong had also realized early on that the broadswords couldn't cut the white lines, and had charged towards the wooden puppet in advance.

Luo Ming and the other four only charged over after hearing Yang Ning's words.

Yang Ning's speed was already unbelievably fast, and he had cut hundreds or even thousands of white lines, but compared to the countless white lines erupting from the wooden puppet's body, it was just a drop in the bucket.

In an instant, the six of them rushed to the wooden puppet's side. Even Li Baihe, who had originally used a bow, had now switched to a saber.

Together, the six of them unleashed six gusts of wind, covering almost all the key parts of the wooden puppet's body from its neck to its waist.

But they were still a step too slow.

Before their sabers could strike, the wooden puppet suddenly raised its head.

Its crimson pupils abruptly contracted into pinholes, and a sinister smile appeared on its face as it slowly opened its mouth, emitting a strange, piercing laughter.

"Heh heh heh heh heh…"

The six men's unstoppable momentum suddenly stopped.

Not only did their sabers stop, but the expressions on their faces also changed.

Of course, it wasn't because of the wooden puppet's laughter, but because they had all simultaneously sensed a deadly crisis from behind.

"Huzi, get out of the way!"

Yang Ning, who was the furthest away, shouted loudly. Li Hu almost reflexively abandoned the wooden puppet, sheathed his saber, and dodged clumsily to the side.

Although Yang Ning only called out to Li Hu, the other five naturally heard him as well.

The five of them didn't hesitate at all, abandoning their strikes and rapidly moving away from the wooden puppet, their clumsy postures not much better than Li Hu's.

Whoosh… Whoosh… Whoosh…

Before the six of them could raise their heads after dodging, they heard the sound of whistling wind in their ears, indicating that many things were flying at extremely high speeds.

When everyone looked up, their faces instantly turned ashen.

The wooden puppet, through the thousands of white lines erupting from its body, was rapidly pulling all the fragmented corpses on the valley floor back into its body.

The remains of seven or eight hundred people were an astonishing amount. As these remains continuously burrowed into the wound under its right armpit, the wooden puppet's size began to rapidly swell and expand.

Two meters… three meters… five meters… ten meters…

No, it wasn't just its size.

"Leader, why didn't you save me…"

"Father, you shouldn't have killed me, you shouldn't have killed me…"

"Why was I the only one who died? Waaah, waaaah, waaaah, you will all die…"

"I died so miserably, my head is gone, my legs are gone too…"

"My intestines, give me back my intestines…"

… … … … … …

Countless strange and miserable voices suddenly emanated from the wooden puppet's body.

These voices, male, female, old, and young, were all different, but without exception, they were filled with resentment and ferocity, and their target was directly aimed at the seven of them.

"My head hurts so much…"

"Ah… … … … It hurts so much, my head hurts."

"Pfft…"

… … … …

As these voices echoed in the valley, the one or two hundred people who had just been rescued from the wooden house all began to sway and stagger, their heads aching unbearably.

Some of the more severely affected even vomited blood and collapsed to the ground, struggling and rolling around.

Even Huang Zhaohong and all those from the various camps with Lumbering Realm cultivation began to show signs of pain.

Among them, naturally, were Yuan Cheng and Yue Feng and the others from the Great Xia camp.

Not to mention the others, even Xia Hong, with those voices constantly pouring into his ears, gradually became dazed, and a sharp pain spread through his mind.

"Spirit Gathering Soul Absorption, it's evolving, stop it quickly! Once it evolves into an intermediate-level Strange, all of us will die here, quickly!"

Spirit Gathering Soul Absorption?

Xia Hong endured the stinging pain in his mind and, upon hearing Yang Ning's voice, his heart suddenly sank to the bottom.

Xia Hong didn't actually understand Spirit Gathering Soul Absorption and intermediate-level Stranges, but Yang Ning's tone was filled with obvious fear and panic.

Combining the other party's background and strength, it was not difficult to imagine what the consequences would be if the wooden puppet successfully advanced to the intermediate level.

"Yuan Cheng, throw all the torches you have over here, quickly!"

Xia Hong turned his head and shouted at Yuan Cheng and the others, who were not far behind him.

"Leader, there are six, catch!"

Yuan Cheng, Yue Feng, and the others also had splitting headaches at the moment, but they still reacted quickly and threw a bundle of torches over from a distance.

Each of the six of them had brought one torch, making exactly six.

After catching them, Xia Hong quickly threw one to each of Luo Ming and the other five.

"These torches can hurt it!"

Luo Ming and the other three caught the torches, and their faces immediately lit up when they heard Xia Hong's words, apparently remembering the solidified oil they had used in the wooden house before.

On the other side, Yang Ning and Li Hu were still somewhat confused and subconsciously planned not to catch the torches, but after seeing the expressions of Luo Ming and the other three, they half-believingly caught the torches.

How could this small torch hurt the wooden puppet?

Xia Hong had no time to explain to the two of them, and he slammed the torch on the ground, and the flame immediately ignited. Carrying the torch, he charged straight at the wooden puppet.

It wasn't that he was seeking death, but the demonic sounds within the wooden puppet were making his head ache more and more. If he delayed any longer, he might not have the chance to rush up.

Luo Ming, Shang Ping, and Li Baihe also reacted, imitating Xia Hong by igniting their torches and charging towards the wooden puppet.

On the contrary, Yang Ning and Li Hu, who didn't quite believe in the torches, gritted their teeth and chose to trust Xia Hong after standing in place for a while, and followed him.

At this time, the wooden puppet had grown to a height of more than twenty meters, with black gas surrounding it, and its aura was more powerful than it had been before.

But its eyes were still closed.

The reason why Xia Hong dared to take the lead was because he had accurately judged that the wooden puppet seemed to be at a critical moment.

There were no white lines along the way, and Xia Hong was almost unimpeded, the first to rush to the bottom of the wooden puppet's body, holding his knife in his right hand, gritting his teeth and slashing down hard at the wooden puppet's leg.

Crack… … … …

Without the obstruction of the white lines, the wooden puppet's body was not indestructible.

But even so, Xia Hong's full-strength strike only cut a half-meter-long wound, and the wound didn't bleed a single drop of blood. He could only see the rotten flesh and bones inside, and could even vaguely see the faces of those who had died tragically in Rogue Camp.

Xia Hong endured his discomfort and used his left hand to forcefully shove the lit torch directly inside.

Chi chi chi chi… … … …

"Ah… … … … … …"

The torch ignited the flesh and blood inside the wound, instantly burning out a thick black smoke.

Accompanying the black smoke was the wooden puppet's shrill scream.

"It really works!"

Yang Ning and Li Hu, who saw this scene, were startled, and the speed of their charge forward suddenly increased by a few points.