Ice Age Apocalypse: I Hoard Billions of Supplies Chapter 1324: "Victory"

Deji was consumed by both fury and anxiety in that moment.

It was a stark realization of how few capable individuals he had at his disposal when they were most needed. With no one left under his command, he was powerless to even pursue the fleeing Bamo and her group.

His only recourse was to immediately order the surrounding private soldiers to intercept them.

Tens of thousands of private soldiers from the Yasha Langtai family, alongside several thousand monk soldiers from Sangha Monastery, formed a formidable perimeter – a force not to be taken lightly.

While Bamo's combat prowess was undeniable, her current weakened state rendered her incapable of matching her former strength.

A human wave tactic offered a chance to detain her.

The resistance army's breakout was a perilous undertaking.

Deji had issued a grim directive: no matter the cost, everyone present that day was to be apprehended.

Consequently, the soldiers disregarded the vast number of civilians nearby, shamelessly employing heavy firearms to bombard the direction of the resistance army.

Witnessing this, Liang Yue nudged Zhang Yi, transmitting a message via their communication device.

"I intend to assist them in their escape."

Should Bamo's escape falter, would not all their previous endeavors be rendered futile?

Zhang Yi gave a nod, then instructed Mu Yan to escort Liang Yue to provide aid.

Upon their arrival, the majority of their comrades were concealed within Mu Yan’s Shadow Space, leaving others unaware of the true number of individuals he had brought.

Everyone was clad in identical combat suits, ensuring that even if Liang Yue departed, her absence would go unnoticed for a considerable period.

Swiftly, Liang Yue and Mu Yan collaborated, exploiting the prevailing chaos and the focus on the surrounding disruptions to slip away unnoticed.

The tempest stirred by Bamo subsided rapidly, leaving the square in utter disarray.

Most of the resistance army members had not been successfully extracted; many had already met their end through suicide or by dragging others down with them.

In a bid to rescue Bamo, numerous resistance fighters who had come to her aid perished on that very spot.

The vicinity descended into pandemonium. That ferocious gale surged towards the southwest, where the incessant crackle of gunfire and artillery reverberated. Superhumans from the Yasha Langtai family and Sangha Monastery desperately maneuvered to encircle and impede Bamo's progress.

Drolma, leading her wolf pack, engaged in harassing tactics. Upon spotting her sister Bamo, whose appearance was haggard yet whose eyes retained their sharp, hawk-like intensity, tears welled in Drolma's eyes.

"Sister Bamo! Are you unharmed?"

The sisters were reunited, but there was no time for sentimental exchanges.

Bamo urged, "Depart from this place swiftly, do not delay!"

Internally, she was filled with surprise, never having anticipated such a seamless execution of the operation.

However, recalling the reactions of the Four Great Families from the viewing platform, she discerned a crucial detail.

"They are engaging in internal strife as well; heh heh, that is indeed fortunate!"

The internal conflicts among the Four Great Families had escalated significantly with the approaching Prayer Festival.

Over the preceding two years, if not for their severe infighting, how else would the resistance army have found opportunities to survive?

Furthermore, the recent suppression of the Pagyi Family by the other three families had resulted in substantial losses of combat power for all three factions, particularly among their elite superhumans.

"The more ferociously they clash amongst themselves, the nearer we are to liberating the entirety of the Southwest Region!"

"Clank-clank-clank—"

The resonant sound of chains echoed in their ears.

Emanating from the distant snowy mist, a gaunt monk, as thin as a reed, materialized, clutching pitch-black chains, his gaze fixed intently upon the resistance fighters.

From another direction, a superhuman, standing at an imposing height of six meters and bearing features reminiscent of a jackal, tiger, or leopard, bared its fangs, its murderous intent palpable.

Emerging from the hazy snowy mist, one superhuman after another advanced.

Their auras exuded immense power—six individuals alone possessed superhuman strength exceeding 9000 points!

Although the strongest among them registered approximately 9500 points, for Bamo in her current debilitated state, they represented exceptionally formidable adversaries.

This was not to mention the dozens of superhumans below squad leader level who were concurrently converging upon their position.

"Prepare for battle, we must break through!"

Bamo commanded in a deep, resonant voice.

She understood that escaping would not be a simple feat—the combined might of Sangha Monastery and the Yasha Langtai family was a force to be reckoned with.

At that precise moment, an unexpected voice sounded nearby.

"Allow me to assist you in your escape."

Bamo's eyes narrowed, her gaze cautiously shifting to the side.

However, upon hearing the voice, Drolma erupted in jubilant surprise, "Is that you? Miss B!"

Recalling how the chains binding Bamo and the others had inexplicably been severed earlier, Drolma recognized that Zhang Yi and Liang Yue had intervened.

And now, that benevolent woman had returned to offer them further assistance.

"Conjure a widespread snowstorm to obscure their vision. I can facilitate your departure."

Liang Yue's voice resonated once more.

Uncertain of what was occurring, Bamo received a brief explanation from Drolma: "They are our allies, and you can trust them!"

Without further hesitation, Bamo unleashed her ability to its full potential, her right hand's five fingers extending and slowly rotating in the air before she clenched them into a fist.

The very atmosphere before them seemed to be grasped by an unseen force, swirling with incredible speed before erupting in a furious surge and howl!

A frigid wind whipped up snow and ice from the ground, ascending into the heavens. Within a several-kilometer radius, a dense shroud of snowy mist descended, obscuring clear views of the surrounding landscape.

At this critical juncture, a circular patch of darkness materialized near Bamo's feet.

Liang Yue emerged, her body half-concealed by shining silver-gray armor, beckoning, "Quickly, come here!"

Having witnessed Mu Yan's unique ability before, Drolma didn't hesitate and promptly guided everyone into her Shadow Space.

Mu Yan then skillfully manipulated the shadows, guiding them low to the ground as they swept towards the southwest, disappearing into the heart of the blizzard.

The snowstorm raged for a considerable duration before it began to dissipate. The superhumans maintained their coordinated positions, confident that once the wind and snow ceased, the resistance forces would be unable to conceal their escape route.

Furthermore, their surrounding area was heavily saturated with their own personnel, forming an impenetrable, multi-layered encirclement—making a silent getaway utterly impossible.

However, when the blizzard finally subsided, a collective gasp of astonishment swept through the ranks.

Those dozens of resistance fighters had inexplicably vanished, dissolving into thin air right before their very eyes.

It was, after all, Mu Yan's specialty; while her ability lacked direct combat prowess, its mastery in obscuring tracks was unparalleled.

Shadow manipulation operated as a two-dimensional stealth technique; movement within it generated no discernible spatial fluctuations.

Even Zhang Yi, when he was merely an Epsilon-level cultivator, had failed to detect Mu Yan concealed beside him for days, let alone these current adversaries.

...Back in the main square, the commotion swiftly concluded. Although numerous bodies remained strewn across the area, under the guidance of the monks, they were promptly and efficiently removed.

Deji, upon receiving the report that Bamo and her companions had successfully escaped, was instantly consumed by rage, his pupils constricting dramatically. His small, mung-bean-sized eyes blazed with a malevolent light, as if he harbored a desire to personally devour them.

He clenched his jaw, his gaze fixed with fierce intensity upon the chieftains of the other three prominent families.

Those individuals, however, kept their eyes averted, deliberately ignoring Deji's obvious displeasure. Inwardly, they were suppressing waves of uncontrollable laughter.

This particular operation had been orchestrated and led by the Sangha Monastery. With this significant debacle, the individual facing the most profound loss of face was none other than Deji—it had virtually no bearing on them.

Consequently, they relished witnessing Deji's public humiliation.

Deji took a deep, steadying breath and murmured a few instructions to a subordinate standing nearby, who immediately acknowledged and accepted the order.

Not long afterward, a collection of dozens of mangled, bloodied corpses were unceremoniously carried and presented before the sky burial platform.

A lama gestured towards the grim cadavers, proclaiming loudly to the assembled believers, "These heretical individuals who dared to defy the esoteric sect have all been vanquished!"

From such a considerable distance, the onlookers were incapable of discerning the absolute truth or falsehood of the lama's declaration. Yet, given that the revered lamas of Sangha Monastery had spoken, it was implicitly understood that their word could not be questioned.

Even if some harbored nascent doubts, the prevailing atmosphere prevented any outward expression at such a moment.

The deceased were not their own kin. Whether they were part of the resistance army or merely innocent bystanders caught in the crossfire, it held no personal significance for the assembled crowd. Their sole purpose was to witness the unfolding spectacle.

Thus, almost immediately, the scene erupted, filled with overwhelming cheers and exultant sounds.

Author's Note