Ice Age Apocalypse: I Hoard Billions of Supplies

After absorbing the enormous Rite Spirit from the Nash Kingdom, Prince Anrit successfully ascended to Bishop Level.

He sat perched atop the towering Sacred Spirit Hall, watching as the grand temple crumbled and as humans from the outside world rampaged through his kingdom with wanton destruction.

Yet his eyes remained indifferent, completely devoid of expression.

He felt that he was no longer a being of the same dimension as before.

He could control the life and death of everyone. He was a god!

With a light tap of his finger, Vacuum Waves were released one after another toward Zhang Yi and the others.

Zhang Yi kept retreating, his mind still waiting for an opportunity to turn the tables—more precisely, waiting for the opportunity that the Tantric Sect’s thousand-year prophecy had foretold.

But if the situation went south, he would absolutely be the first to flee this place.

As for Gao Changkong and Lancelot, they were faring far worse.

Prince Anrit, whose ability index was over ten thousand points higher than theirs, made them scurry like ants with just a casual gesture.

A Vacuum Wave shot toward Lancelot, then instantly expanded, looming over his head until it blotted out the entire sky, before exploding like a sun!

Lancelot poured everything he had into defending himself, madly burning his black hellfire!

He sang the hymn of the hell knight, swinging his war blade like a demon from the abyss!

The Heavenly Dance Divine Wheel spun behind him as the [World-Annihilating Seal]—pushed to the brink—unlocked an entirely new dance of destruction!

”This dance, I’ll only perform it once in my lifetime. Remember it for me!” he murmured to himself.

Then his body began to rise into the air, moving in an utterly flamboyant manner as he started to dance.

As he moved, streaks of white holy light materialized around his body, pushing back against Prince Anrit’s Vacuum Waves.

”BOOM!!!”

The sheer force swept across the eight directions and six realms.

Zhang Yi was sent flying back over ten kilometers, his Dimensional Gates shattering one after another.

Gao Changkong and Lancelot were struck down from midair, plunging into the bottomless abyss of Nash Kingdom with grievous injuries.

The disparity in power was far too immense—they couldn’t withstand even a casual strike from Prince Anrit!

Zhang Yi’s gaze swept across the layered abyss cities of Nash Kingdom.

”Did that bastard Luozhuo fail? If so, I’ll have no choice but to escape.”

Prince Anrit remained emotionless. Crushing Gao Changkong and Lancelot was, in his eyes, a trivial matter—like swatting away two noisy flies from the house.

But when he saw that Zhang Yi was still completely unharmed, he frowned slightly.

”You seem quite adept at defense. Then, what about this move?”

He raised his finger toward Zhang Yi, and a powerful surge of energy began to condense, ready to be unleashed at any moment.

In that instant, Zhang Yi felt an overwhelmingly terrifying aura lock onto him.

A chill ran down his spine. Against this bastard, with his current strength, he had absolutely zero chance of victory.

Then, escape!

Just as Zhang Yi was about to abandon everything and leave this place, a familiar aura suddenly surged up from below.

From within the slowly crumbling Sacred Spirit Hall, tens of thousands of golden beams shot forth, their blinding radiance immediately drawing Prince Anrit’s attention.

For some reason, he sensed a disturbing presence.

The shattered Sacred Spirit Hall resembled an eggshell that had been pecked open.

Moments later, Zhang Yi and the others saw a figure enveloped in Buddhist light slowly rising from within the hall.

It was a youthful figure with long hair, clad in a crimson ritual robe, palms pressed together in prayer, exuding an aura of solemn majesty.

Zhang Yi murmured to himself, ”Is that Jue Guo, or Luozhuo?”

Just as he was puzzling over it, the figure turned to look at him and offered a faint smile.

Zhang Yi instantly understood.

He was neither Jue Guo nor Luozhuo.

He was the Lord of the Charnel Ground—the true Lord of the Charnel Ground of the Tantric Sect.

The twins had always been two halves of one soul. They were both reincarnations of the Lord of the Charnel Ground. Only when the two merged into one would their merits be complete, and they would become the true guardian deity of the Tantric Sect.

His body radiated a sacred aura, the complete opposite of Prince Anrit’s overwhelming killing intent.

That power was immense, vast—and yet it inspired a deep, reverent awe.

Gao Changkong and Lancelot were severely injured. The Lord of the Charnel Ground bought them a chance to survive, allowing them to stop and quickly take medicine to heal their wounds.

”So this is... the Lord of the Charnel Ground of the Tantric Sect?”

”I knew it—someone daring enough to invade the Demon Kingdom couldn’t possibly be that simple!”

”But can he actually beat that bastard? The guy is a Bishop-Level Transcendent!”

Similar doubts arose in Zhang Yi’s mind, but for now, he had no better option than to trust the Lord of the Charnel Ground.

Prince Anrit stared at the monk who had suddenly appeared before him, his eyes shifting from hollow and uninterested to gradually burning with intensity.

”I’ve finally found an interesting opponent! Perfect—let me test just how powerful I’ve become!”

He clenched his right fist, a powerful surge of energy gathering around it, then hurled it viciously toward the Lord of the Charnel Ground!

The immense Vacuum Wave reached the Lord of the Charnel Ground in an instant, then exploded like ten thousand suns detonating simultaneously, the blinding white light plunging everyone into temporary blindness!

”Anti-glare mode activated.”

The Hidden Dragon Armor shielded Zhang Yi from the intense light, allowing him to see his surroundings clearly, yet even he found the radiance too dazzling to look at directly.

But when the light faded, the Lord of the Charnel Ground was still standing steadily in the void, palms pressed together, seemingly unaffected.

Prince Anrit’s expression turned serious.

He crossed his arms in front of his body, and a crimson light erupted from his eyes.

An even greater, more terrifying power began to burst forth from every inch of his muscles.

Zhang Yi watched in shock as the man’s originally five-meter-tall frame began to rapidly expand—his muscles and bones swelling until he shot up to over ten meters in height!

Even his appearance changed. His head grew a crown of red horns, and his skin turned a fiery crimson.

He looked exactly like a demon god from mythology.

And his aura became even more terrifying and savage!

”Ultimate Art—Nasda Avatar!”

Nasda was the mother goddess in the mythology of the Nash Kingdom.

Seeing this, the Lord of the Charnel Ground slowly reached into his robe and retrieved an old wooden box covered in countless yellow talismans.

He began chanting Buddhist scriptures, and one by one, the yellow talismans peeled off on their own.

And with each talisman that fell, Zhang Yi and the other two felt an increasingly sinister and dark aura slowly spreading from within the box.

Lancelot’s eyes widened. ”This aura... why does it feel like a demon crawling out of hell? Isn’t the Tantric Sect supposed to be sacred? Why does it give off such a feeling?”