"Roar!"
The remaining seventy or so Cold Beasts still charged towards the bonfire, but not as mindlessly as before. They noticed that the Iron Arrows were exhausted and charged towards the three large trees by the bonfire first.
These were just Low-level Cold Beasts. A dozen Intermediate Cold Beasts nearby were not intimidated by the Iron Arrows at all. The Teng Jiao wrapped around treetops, Frost Wolves raced across the snowy ground, and as for Snow-maned Demon Sheep, they recklessly charged relying on their tough skins...
In an instant, the Cold Beasts closed the last stretch of distance and surrounded the three large trees, with the nearest wave less than ten meters from the base of the trees.
"Mo Blade Camp, form a formation off the trees!"
