Xia Chuan's expression immediately changed.
Ten groups, each with more than twenty heads, that adds up to more than two hundred high-level Cold Beasts, not to mention the more troublesome Snow Mane and Frost Wolf clans.
"Does this mean we have no chance of getting close to Yangyuan Peak?"
Their expressions turned even more grave upon hearing his words.
However, Xia Hong's face showed a trace of indifference as he smiled lightly and said:
"If all these Cold Beasts unite, there truly is no hope, but after tonight, things will be different. As long as our strength is enough and we are well-prepared beforehand, taking them down one by one is still possible."
Upon hearing this, everyone's expressions brightened immediately.
Even Xia Chuan glanced at the ten Cold Beast carcasses on the ground and immediately understood Xia Hong's intention, nodding lightly.
