Ice Age Apocalypse: I Hoard Billions of Supplies

Hua Hua’s attack was terrifying. Its combined ability index now reached 13,000 points; such a mountain of force could collapse a peak with a single strike!

But before that power could reach Tenshu Palace, a twisted barrier suddenly appeared ahead and blocked all of Hua Hua’s force.

A hazy mist began to spread out from Undying Mountain, shrouding everything around in confusion and rendering them invisible.

Through the fog, a massive palace silently materialized, standing between Zhang Yi and Hua Hua.

Compared to the Tenshu Palace atop Undying Mountain, this palace looked older and far larger, yet it was filled with a chilling, ghostly aura.

Zhang Yi had already deployed the Manifold Phenomena barrier, and his Tracking of All Things prediction ability remained active at all times, preventing any unforeseen incidents.

But very soon, that gray smoke flowed over them and spread toward all of Edo City.

Zhang Yi suddenly realized something and glanced up.

The sky above Edo was quickly engulfed by that smoke, plunging it into night.

“Could it be…”

Zhang Yi turned his head and looked at Edo City.

Edo had already fallen into absolute silence; gigantic ghostly figures appeared in the mist.

“So the so-called Night Parade of One Hundred Demons is indeed a man-made thing. They can even fabricate the conditions of night?”

Zhang Yi let out a self-mocking laugh.

They had deliberately chosen to attack during the day, but it didn’t seem to matter much.

However, none of that mattered now. Since they’d decided to go to war, they were prepared to handle any contingency.

The monster cries behind him grew louder, and the Wandering Phantoms began to surge toward Undying Mountain.

Zhang Yi said to Hua Hua, “Hua Hua, go hold those guys off!”

He had already seen the strength of those phantoms. The most troublesome thing was that they couldn’t be killed, though they weren’t exceptionally powerful.

With Hua Hua’s strength, stalling them for a while was no problem.

“Roar—”

Hua Hua didn’t argue. It turned and opened its mouth, spewing a high-energy particle beam at the demons streaming through the ghostly fog!

The beam swept like a surgical blade, slicing vast numbers of monsters in two. The ground itself was torn apart, forming an impassable rift.

Zhang Yi glanced at the ancient palace that had just appeared and raised his hand to use his ability.

“Divine Domain Purification!”

A terrifying pressure instantly crushed down on the ancient palace, yet the anticipated scene of a road being blown open did not occur.

The palace seemed protected by an invisible force, its foundation hard to harm.

“You are disrespectful to the gods; you may not pass.”

A ghostly voice came from ahead.

Zhang Yi looked up and saw, on the palace roof, a figure cloaked entirely in black robes.

“Gods? Hah.”

Zhang Yi sneered.

“In a godforsaken place like Neon, even some latrine-dwelling imp can call itself a god. Your gods are ridiculously cheap!”

His right hand condensed the Sword in the Tree into form. Facing an opponent whose abilities were unknown, he intended to destroy it simply and brutally!

The great sword plunged into the ground. The next moment, a vast forest of vines, each five or six meters thick, burst up from the earth, then rapidly spread in all directions, swallowing the ancient shrine ahead!

The forest’s area expanded visibly, and it felt like, if its momentum wasn’t arrested, the entire Undying Mountain might be submerged!

Just as the shrine was about to be completely engulfed, the ancient black door creaked and slowly opened.

A purple mist poured out from behind the door. A pair of huge black-gloved hands pushed the doors aside and crawled out from the shrine.

A gigantic body, towering many meters above the shrine’s gates—about thirty meters tall!

It was a headless great ghost, dressed in black-and-red plate armor from Neon’s Warring States era. Although it had no skull, it still wore a terrifying demon helmet; where the head should be there was only a mass of black smoke, with two eerie red lights flickering inside.

A ghost god, Ping Jiangmen!

Facing the surging, devouring forest, Ping Jiangmen drew a massive samurai blade and slashed down fiercely!

With a single strike, the primeval forest grown from the Sword in the Tree was completely smashed to pieces!

The moment the headless ghost god appeared, Zhang Yi realized the scene around him had completely changed.

Rows of red torii gates extended toward Zhang Yi, instantly forming an infinitely long corridor. The surrounding space had become void; only endless gloom remained.

“Interesting, it actually dragged me into such a bizarre place. Is this another rule-type ability? Or a specially constructed field? An illusion?”

Zhang Yi’s right-hand Sword in the Tree condensed into the shape of a longsword. Manifold Phenomena protected him, and Tracking of All Things locked onto Ping Jiangmen.

He took White Owl from his left hand and fired a Holy Silver Bullet point-blank at Ping Jiangmen!

“Clang!”

Propelled by spatial force, the Holy Silver Bullet flew with extreme speed and reached Ping Jiangmen in an instant.

But Ping Jiangmen’s blade was faster. With a single cut, he slashed the bullet aside!

The nuclear power contained within the Holy Silver Bullet detonated at a distance, whipping up a terrifying storm!

Seeing this, Zhang Yi pulled the trigger again, firing three more rounds straight at Ping Jiangmen’s torso!

Ping Jiangmen gripped his sword with both hands and suddenly lunged toward Zhang Yi at high speed!

He cut down at the three incoming bullets with a reverse strike!

But just as his blade was about to cleave the bullets, the three rounds abruptly vanished in midair.

They reappeared, having passed over Ping Jiangmen’s blade, and streaked straight for his chest!

By predicting an opponent’s movement during a bullet’s flight and using Dimensional Gates to alter the projectile’s trajectory, this technique was called gun-fighting art!

A very practical mid-short-range gun skill—Fated Reincarnation!

The three bullets struck Ping Jiangmen’s body plainly but effectively. The anti-demonic material combined with the nuclear force produced a terrifying explosion!

Even the heavily armored ancient ghost god was blasted back five or six steps by the impact.

“No penetration? Interesting. I didn’t expect there to be other Epsilon-class existences on Undying Mountain! But is this guy also part of the Night Parade of One Hundred Demons?”

Zhang Yi hesitated for no second and activated his most powerful instant-cast skill.

White light twisted in his eyes, and the surrounding void warped strangely.

An invisible force viciously contorted and compressed the entire space containing Ping Jiangmen into a tight knot!

Divine Domain Purification!

The armor on Ping Jiangmen shattered with a “crack—,” revealing a skeletal corpse within, burning with black flames.

This was an ancient undead. Now only a gigantic bony frame remained, its great power twisting its body, almost about to be directly smashed!