Ice Age Apocalypse: I Hoard Billions of Supplies

Qinglong put away his arm and sighed somewhat helplessly.

”Why are people from your country always so arrogantly overconfident and seem to enjoy seeking death?”

This situation couldn’t really be blamed on Kim Hee-chul.

If he had known from the beginning that he was facing the East Sea Region’s Qinglong, he would have fled long ago.

But why would Qinglong ever reveal his identity to him?

On Star Island, what kind of enemies you encountered often came down entirely to luck.

It had to be said that Kim Hee-chul’s luck was just a bit worse than average.

Qinglong reported the battle situation here to the command center, then went after and retrieved those source sprites that had been frightened and hidden themselves in the ruins.

However, he didn’t absorb them.

Because at his level, absorbing such pure energy no longer provided significant improvement.

It was better to leave them for others to use.

He took out a blue transparent container from his backpack and directly stuffed the source sprites inside.

The yellow source sprites quickly dissipated, transforming into the purest energy that was then stored away.

In reality, just as Zhang Yi had said, these strange creatures were merely byproducts of the Divine Source.

This wasn’t the East Sea Region’s first time coming to Mist Valley - they had previously sent reconnaissance troops here.

So they had also conducted research on the source sprites.

Although they still didn’t understand exactly what they were.

But one thing was certain - they contained extremely pure life energy within.

For superhumans below high-level Delta, they possessed very powerful effects for enhancing strength.

But for Qinglong, with his superhuman ability index reaching 9,800 points and his innate potential nearly at its limit, no matter how many of these he absorbed, they couldn’t provide much improvement.

At the command center.

After receiving the intelligence that Qinglong had killed Kim Hee-chul, Li Tianyang’s face finally showed a pleased smile.

He nodded with satisfaction and said loudly: ”Good, as expected of Qinglong from our East Sea Region’s Four Spirits Fleet!”

The East Sea Region officers exchanged smiles, finally relieving some of the pressure from Zhang Yi.

Only Situ Xin smiled and asked: ”How many points was this New Rohan superhuman’s superhuman ability index?”

The staff provided the answer.

”According to our intelligence, his superhuman ability index reached 9,500 points.”

Hearing this, Situ Xin’s smile widened even more. He clasped his hands behind his back and nodded steadily.

”Oh, that’s quite impressive indeed. Very good, very good.”

These seemingly complimentary words made Li Tianyang and the other East Sea Region officers’ expressions flicker uncertainly.

Actually, eliminating a captain or fleet commander-level superhuman was a very significant achievement in any battle campaign.

And superhumans with ability indexes reaching over 9,000 points - looking across an entire region-level force, there were at most only about a dozen or so.

However, as the old saying goes, without comparison there’s no sense of injury.

What Zhang Yi had killed were three captain-level superhumans with ability indexes over 9,000 points.

Among them even included a Hell’s Lock member with 9,600 points and another with 9,800 points!

Compared to Zhang Yi, Qinglong’s combat achievements didn’t seem quite as brilliant anymore.

Li Tianyang avoided looking at Situ Xin’s expression and said solemnly: ”Announce this combat achievement throughout the entire region! Boost morale and have them learn from the exemplary warrior Qinglong!”

The staff went to handle this matter, as expected.

As various organization superhuman groups gradually approached the core area of Mist Valley, the collisions between them became increasingly intense.

Especially when approaching Mist Valley, those miraculous biological source sprites also successively became more numerous.

These creatures with pure energy could rapidly enhance people’s strength.

Even if one couldn’t use them personally, they could be collected and sold at high prices to other forces, or used to arm one’s own superhuman teams.

Because of this thing, conflicts were not few in number.

In the southwest direction of Mist Valley.

The East Sea Region’s fleet commander Xie Zhi arrived at this location.

Following the guidance of reconnaissance troops, he also discovered a place where source sprites had appeared.

Source sprites were byproducts of the Divine Source.

Whether for the purpose of competing for the Divine Source, or simply collecting source sprites, one could participate in the search for source sprites.

Xie Zhi’s luck was quite good - he actually discovered over a dozen moon-white source sprites on a withered old tree.

The massive tree stood dozens of meters high, having turned into an eerie blackish-brown due to contamination by the toxic miasma.

Those cheerful little sprites hopped and jumped between the tree hollows, completely unaware of the approaching danger.

They sang and danced, like a group of children who understood nothing.

Just like when humans were first born.

Xie Zhi didn’t dare delay any longer - hesitation breeds complications.

He immediately took out a sealing container, preparing to collect all these source sprites.

But just as he approached that withered tree, a melodious shakuhachi sound reached his ears.

Xie Zhi’s pupils sharply contracted.

There were people in the surrounding area!

In that brief moment, he understood everything - someone was using the source sprites as bait, waiting for others to take the hook, then hunting them!

In duels between high-level superhumans, victory, defeat, life and death were often decided in just an instant.

When the prepared side schemes against the unprepared, the side that seizes the initiative gains an immensely huge advantage.

Originally, with Xie Zhi’s alertness, he wouldn’t have made such a basic mistake.

But the importance of the source sprites made his heart grow impatient, thus creating cracks in his psychological alertness.

This provided the opponent with an opportunity to exploit.

Xie Zhi intended to immediately retreat, but it was already too late.

When he stepped into this area, a woman dressed in grand miko attire had already begun playing the shakuhachi melodiously from behind the scenes.

The deep sound seemed to come from the deep sea, elegant with a hint of huskiness, yet also possessing a dizzying, bewitching effect.

The world before Xie Zhi’s eyes had already begun twisting like Van Gogh’s ”Starry Night.”

His body was also twisting, his legs unknowingly moving above his body.

Although he hadn’t moved at all, he felt as if he was upside down, hanging inverted in the air.

”Illusion technique!”

Xie Zhi immediately understood this, yet the nauseating, seasick-like feeling in his mind couldn’t be erased.

The miko didn’t reveal herself, the shakuhachi’s sound growing increasingly graceful and melodious.

A piece called ”Mist Sea Chi” created an inescapable illusion for Xie Zhi.

Among all abilities, psychic-type superhumans were one of the rarest.

Both their frail physiques and their hard-to-defend-against illusion attacks were particularly representative.

And once enveloped by illusion techniques, no matter how powerful the superhuman, it was very difficult to quickly break free from the illusion’s control.

Author’s Note