The Trade Team Leader sighed, about to speak, when someone outside rushed in, flustered.
"Something terrible has happened, we’re surrounded by monsters!"
The two inside the tent were all startled at the news.
The head of the guards leaped out with a single bound, then looked into the distance.
Indeed.
He saw figures wavering faintly beyond the camp, numerous blurred shadows moving.
"How can this be, what on earth are these things?"
The Trade Team Leader also came outside at this moment, and even with his vast experience, he was thrown into a panic at the sight of these snowman-like monsters.
"Shopkeeper, you retreat quickly!" The guard leader shouted in a deep voice, then charged towards the front with his sword drawn.
The shopkeeper hurried to the center of the camp, where a large group of people had already gathered.
Everyone held weapons in their hands, but their frightened faces and slightly trembling bodies betrayed them.
The shopkeeper sighed in his heart, knowing that tonight could be the end for everyone.
But to just sit and wait for death, wouldn’t that betray all these years of hard struggle?
Thinking of this, the nearly fifty-year-old shopkeeper, whose hair was already graying, drew the sword from his waist, shouting in a deep voice, "Be prepared to support at any time, those who retreat will be cut down!"
Perhaps it was his near-commanding tone that had an effect; these people unexpectedly calmed down considerably.
Though still full of panic, at least they were no longer shaking like before.
Seeing this, the shopkeeper wanted to say some inspiring words to motivate everyone.
At that moment, there was a loud noise, and then the outer defenses of the camp were breached, with the Snow Demons pouring in like an avalanche.
To be honest, this merchant caravan’s guard force was quite formidable.
Although the destination was only at the edge of the Northern Realm’s Snowfield, due to the existence of the Black Ship, the guards had been equipped as per the standards of venturing deep into the heart of the Northern Realm’s Snowfield.
Not only were there several top Meridian Opening Realm Martial Artists stationed, but there were also numerous Fifth Realm Martial Artists.
With so many martial artists combined, their strength could be considered powerful.
Yet even such a powerful force could barely hold on when faced with these frenzied Snow Demons.
The key issue was these Snow Demons were not afraid of swords or guns; at most, you could leave a deep mark with a strike, which would disappear in a moment.
But if you were touched even slightly by these Snow Demons, the result would be broken bones and torn muscles.
How could one possibly fight like this?
Therefore, soon, these guards completely fell into disadvantage, with countless casualties.
Puff!
The guard leader smashed the head of a Snow Demon with one blow, but the next moment, his wrist was firmly gripped by the Snow Demon.
The bone-chilling cold immediately froze his arm and rapidly spread upwards.
Although he freed himself from the binding at the first moment and shattered the Snow Demon into pieces, he couldn’t use that arm again in a short time.
And this was only the beginning.
At least, as witnessed by the guard leader himself, about two or three Meridian Opening Realm experts were killed by these eerie Snow Demons, and their death was extremely tragic.
Either frozen to death or torn into pieces by several Snow Demons in an ambush.
This left the guard leader burning with rage, yet he couldn’t spare any attention.
At this moment, shouting came from behind, and then the Trade Team Leader, leading a group, charged into the fray with torches ablaze.
The flickering torches caused the Snow Demons to back away in dread.
The guard leader’s eyes lit up.
These monsters fear fire!
But before he could command the martial artists to temporarily withdraw to fetch torches, the Snow Demon he had smashed silently reassembled and grabbed his ankle from the ground.
The guard leader lost his balance immediately, falling backward.
Simultaneously, several other Snow Demons rushed over, grabbed his neck and limbs before he could shout, and pulled sharply.
With a crunch.
This exceedingly capable guard leader died so miserably.
This scene was also witnessed clearly by the Trade Team Leader nearby.
He was filled with both shock and anger.
"I’ll fight you to the death!"
He shouted, frantically waving the torch in his hand, trying to rush forward and perish with these Snow Demons.
The Snow Demons retreated repeatedly, but then suddenly one charged straight at the Trade Team Leader.
The Trade Team Leader was about to desperately swing his torch, but unexpectedly, just as the Snow Demon rushed halfway, it suddenly exploded into countless snowflakes, enveloping the Trade Team Leader and everyone behind him.
The snow fog did not harm people, but it neutralized the burning torches.
With a puff, the torch in the Trade Team Leader’s hand went out instantly.
Soon after, the torches in others’ hands extinguished and dimmed gradually.
The other Snow Demons seized this moment and charged forward.
The Trade Team Leader, knowing he stood no chance, was about to raise his knife to take his own life.
But at that moment, a wisp of snow fog entered his nostrils, his face turned to one of terror and pain, then his eyes bulged, muscles swelled uncontrollably as if some creature was crawling beneath his skin.
Not just him, the people behind him, even the dead bodies on the ground were experiencing similar phenomena.