Ice Age Apocalypse: I Hoard Billions of Supplies Chapter 1285: Don't Call Me a Demon

Dark flames born from Void Power engulfed the long sword, raging with intense fury.

Inside the gigantic storm tornado, their blaze grew ever fiercer.

The ice and snow storm crashed down from above, linking sky to land. In a flash, the whole Dazhuan Temple got ripped apart completely.

A beam of golden light burst through the storm, tracing its path directly at Zhang Yi.

The three Dharma-protecting Vajras worked in perfect harmony. This wasn't their first time using such tactics to wipe out heretics who dared resist the esoteric sect.

The sheer might of heaven left everyone in utter shock.

Monks and serfs far away, seeing this spectacle, had already knelt flat on the ground, shaking as they shouted, 'A miracle!' 'The gods have appeared!'

Yet abruptly, a black crack emerged from the heart of that massive ice and snow storm.

A rift stretching across heaven and earth, endlessly long yet razor-thin, streaked from the horizon straight down to the dirt!

It came as a streak of black sword light. The dark flames brutally sliced through the ice and snow tornado, while also demolishing Tsangpo's Mind-Chanting Chains!

In that split second, every bizarre phenomenon between heaven and earth disappeared entirely.

Nothing but a landscape of total wreckage lingered on the ground.

Zhang Yi remained steady at his spot. Though everything around lay in shattered chaos, the small area under his feet stayed perfectly intact.

Witnessing this, Mukawa and the other two's pupils shrank in horror.

'Impossible! Utterly impossible!'

They refused to accept the sight before their eyes.

All three were Delta-level superhumans boasting sky-high ability indices. Mukawa's index soared to 9,800 points!

United, they could trap any superhuman below Epsilon-level with no chance of breakout.

'Moo——'

Just then, Ashina, who had held back so far, unleashed a prolonged, echoing roar.

His frame dropped close to the earth. A ferocious plume of dust, ice, and snow erupted skyward.

Out of the dust cloud burst a towering yak, dozens of meters high!

With six legs, eight eyes, reddish-gold hide, swollen muscles, and esoteric sect Sanskrit scripts etched across its skin.

The Yak King slammed its front hooves down hard. The nearby ground quaked wildly before exploding in a burst!

The concealed shockwave crumbled the earth right under Zhang Yi's feet too.

The surface gave way below him, sending him plummeting into the depths.

'The power to control the earth.'

Zhang Yi grasped the situation instantly.

A enormous crater yawned open underfoot. The soil turned to powder. Even seeking a foothold to escape proved impossible.

At that precise instant, a colossal shadow loomed over Zhang Yi's head.

The immense Yak King barreled overhead, then smashed down with the weight of a collapsing mountain!

'Oh? Fascinating.'

He had to concede, these three packed real power. Small wonder they boldly came to the Pagyi Family to seize someone.

The trio excelled in strength, covering all bases: long-range strikes, melee brawls, attacks, shields, and restraints—all handled superbly.

Whatever foe they faced, countermeasures were ready.

And now, Zhang Yi tumbled into the pit, bereft of solid footing.

Human power draws from the ground. Without stable feet, even vast might stays useless.

Of course, Zhang Yi couldn't unleash a sword slash either.

But alas.

Today, they faced Zhang Yi.

The Yak King dove into the chasm, aiming to squash Zhang Yi flat.

Even if it failed to kill, Mukawa and Tsangpo trailed right after.

Once Tsangpo's chains snared Zhang Yi, resistance would end.

Then, his fate: bow to Sangha Monastery, or embrace death!

Yet before Mukawa and Tsangpo drew near, a blaze of dark fire rocketed upward!

Resembling a vast crescent moon, it rent the heavens!

'Pfft!'

With the ascending black crescent came a deluge of blood rain, paired with Ashina's piercing wail of torment.

His enormous, seemingly unbreakable form got cleaved clean at the midsection! Exposing dense yak flesh. The sight stirred not revulsion, but an odd hunger.

Naturally, this was just the superhuman ability's illusion. Otherwise, Zhang Yi might've sliced off chunks to sample later.

Ashina, split apart, howled in agony, beading sweat on Mukawa and Tsangpo's brows.

Ashina's enlarged body boasted ironclad defenses. Artillery shells left no scars.

But that man had carved him open!

Ashina wasn't dim, yet he never foresaw Zhang Yi generating force mid-air.

Zhang Yi rocketed skyward through Ashina's bisected corpse, using it as a springboard back to solid ground.

He peered into the pit, sighing to himself.

'My close-quarters experience falls short. Without activating spatial power earlier, I'd likely have been smashed pancake-flat.'

Used to spatial power and guns in battle, this shift felt awkward.

Ashina, a Beastman Type user, clung to life fiercely. Even halved at the waist, he endured.

But this survival might curse more than bless.

Mukawa and Tsangpo now regarded the man with dread and reverence.

'You... what in the world are you?'

Tsangpo instinctively backed away several paces. Zhang Yi in black armor looked every bit the devil.

'Me?'

Zhang Yi gripped the blood-slick long sword right-handed. Its tip scraped the ground, leaving a trail of Ashina's hot blood.

He smirked faintly. 'I am a Demon!'

'Demon!!'

Mukawa and Tsangpo realized death matches awaited now.

This foe—perhaps only the Lord of the Charnel Ground in all Southwest could tame him.

But aid from the Lord lay beyond reach.

Mukawa bellowed fiercely. Across a domain of thousands of meters, ominous clouds amassed overhead, tempests howled, and heavy ice-snow layers surged from the soil, blinding sight.

Tsangpo conjured golden chains anew. Palms to earth, endless golden links erupted toward Zhang Yi.

Zhang Yi's face showed no change.

These two's powers intrigued, yet to him, they shone like glass. Every trick lay bare.

His wrist flicked, and the sword's edge sang a thrilling dragon's cry amid the frigid gale.

'You're far too feeble. No thrill whatsoever.'

With those words, Zhang Yi swung his long sword ahead casually.

Dark Void Power unfurled from his grip, flame-like flickers silently reaching out.

Seeming sluggish at first, it next exploded like steppe blaze. Black fire thousands of meters spanned swept the sector ahead.

'Fsssh——'

That instant, the turbulent world hushed completely.