Ice Age Apocalypse: I Hoard Billions of Supplies Chapter 1346: Please make your move

A second Epsilon-level powerhouse from the Demon Kingdom launched a surprise attack, successfully sending the Lord of the Charnel Ground reeling.

Zhang Yi mused inwardly: Truly one of us!

The elder Epsilon from the Demon Kingdom had been locked in a prolonged and fierce battle, nearly pummeled into pulp by the Lord of the Charnel Ground, yet he managed to endure until this precise moment to strike.

"Boom!"

A colossal wave erupted from the Sea of Blood as the Lord of the Charnel Ground, transforming into a bolt of golden light, skimmed across the surface.

His serene expression remained unaltered, though he now cast a pointed look toward the individual who had ambushed him from afar.

This assailant was a younger member of the Demon Clan. The Demonic People bore a resemblance to humans, and perhaps due to their inherent constitution, their lifespans extended somewhat beyond those of ordinary individuals.

However, the fundamental characteristics were not drastically dissimilar. Judging by his appearance, this was a Demonic Person approximately forty years of age.

Fatty Xu, standing beside Zhang Yi, clicked his tongue in astonishment. "These fellows from the Demon Kingdom are excessively potent! To possess two Epsilons is simply preposterous!"

One must understand that even now, two and a half years post-Apocalypse, the Jiangnan Region could only boast Zhang Yi as its singular true Epsilon.

Most major regions, ostensibly, also had only one Epsilon each.

Naturally, there were undoubtedly potential candidates in cultivation.

For instance, Zhu Yu from the Jiangnan Region, and Jiang Han, the [Vermilion Bird] from the East Sea Region. Given sufficient time, these individuals would eventually ascend to Epsilon-level existence.

However, in stark contrast to the outer world, the Demon Kingdom's living environment and technological advancement were significantly inferior.

Deprived of technological assistance, they had managed to produce two Epsilons, one of whom was an elderly, decrepit figure. This was, without question, somewhat bewildering.

Yang Xinxin's voice resonated within everyone's hearing.

"There's nothing particularly odd about it. If this location genuinely resembles a secret realm or an abyss. Then consider this: it's akin to the two Ground Centipedes we encountered beneath the Qinling Mountains."

Upon hearing this explanation, a collective understanding dawned upon the group.

The underlying reason for the Demon Kingdom's inhabitants possessing such immense physiques, and for them having two Epsilon-level superhumans, undoubtedly stemmed from a distinctive cause.

Zhang Yi's gaze was alight with intense focus.

If that were the case, then it was plausible that a Divine Source or a sacrificial spirit might also be present here.

Scarcely had these words been uttered when the younger Epsilon-level Demonic Person, who had been positioned on the city wall, launched himself into the air. He ascended over a thousand meters high before transforming into a parabolic trajectory, plummeting towards them!

Even the Lord of the Charnel Ground dared not maintain his complacency.

Engaged in a fight against two, he could no longer afford to remain so self-assured.

A critical point must be remembered—do not overlook the fact that while the Lord of the Charnel Ground possessed formidable superhuman capabilities, his practical combat experience was not particularly extensive.

One cannot reasonably expect an individual who dedicated over a decade to the study of Buddhist scriptures to instantly master the wielding of immense power the moment it is acquired.

It parallels gifting a child a Barrett rifle; they would still struggle to utilize it effectively.

Furthermore, the Lord of the Charnel Ground was aware that amongst his allies were undoubtedly individuals like Zhang Yi, Gao Changkong, and the Knights of the Round Table, observing like predators poised to strike.

"Everyone, it is now time for your involvement as well!"

The Lord of the Charnel Ground's voice reached the ears of all present.

At this juncture, should they continue to withhold their strength, the Lord of the Charnel Ground might well turn hostile.

Lancelot, his colossal sword resting upon his shoulder, stood resolutely at the center of the fray. Within a thousand-meter radius surrounding him, shattered corpses littered the ground, a veritable river of blood had formed, and not a single intact Demonic Person remained.

Upon hearing the Lord of the Charnel Ground's directive, he emitted a resonant "Heh!" of amusement.

"Lord of the Charnel Ground, entrust that old adversary to my care! You attend to the newcomer."

The Lord of the Charnel Ground gave a nod, signifying his concurrence.

"Boom!!"

At that precise moment, the younger Epsilon of the Demon Kingdom descended like a cannonball, striking the ground with a thunderous impact.

He was the current Grand Priest of the Demon Kingdom, and concurrently held its supreme authority.

As for the elderly man by the Sea of Blood, he was the former Grand Priest. Having aged and weakened, he abdicated his position and relocated to the shores of the Sea of Blood, assuming the role of a Watcher, following in the footsteps of his predecessors.

The imposing Grand Priest slowly regained his upright posture. Though towering over ten meters in height, his entire being pulsed with an incredible, explosive energy.

A bluish sheen covered his bald head, and his bare chest showcased muscles that bulged like tightly wound cords. He was clad only in simple, coarse cloth trousers.

His gaze was fixed upon the approaching Lord of the Charnel Ground, his eyes as cold and vacant as those of the deceased, devoid of any semblance of life.

"Boom!"

Suddenly, his mouth opened, unleashing a vibrant purple beam of light that streaked directly towards the Lord of the Charnel Ground!

However, the Lord of the Charnel Ground was already anticipating such a move, swiftly evading the attack by darting to the side.

Without hesitation, he then propelled himself forward, charging directly at the Grand Priest.

Aware of the formidable power wielded by the individual before him, the Grand Priest reacted instantly. His movements mimicked an ape's agility, dodging expertly as he ascended all the way to the cavern's high, vaulted ceiling.

"Whoosh!" "Whoosh!" "Whoosh!"

From the Demon Eye situated on his forehead, multiple purple beams erupted, slicing through the air like sharp blades and rapidly constructing an expansive purple net above.

The Lord of the Charnel Ground, radiating a golden aura, weaved through the onslaught with remarkable nimbleness.

Yet, this barrage proved catastrophic for the other soldiers present.

Any ordinary superhuman unfortunate enough to be struck by the purple beams was instantly turned into minced meat, without even a whimper.

Meanwhile, the Watcher found himself in dire straits, having already sustained grievous injuries and lost an entire arm.

Lancelot, his Knight's Longsword held firmly, charged towards the injured Watcher.

At this critical juncture, Gao Changkong also seemed to break free from his daze.

"An Epsilon-level origin. How remarkably astute of you."

The prospect of obtaining this virtually unearned origin was something he could not bear to relinquish. He tightened his grip on his Golden Holy Sword and plunged into the chaotic battle.

Zhang Yi, however, remained stationary, showing no inclination to join the ongoing conflict.

Liang Yue, unable to contain her curiosity, questioned, "Zhang Yi, they are all vying for an Epsilon-level origin. Why aren't you joining the fight? That old Demonic Person is already severely injured. It's practically a free prize for the taking!"

Zhang Yi responded with a calm demeanor, "A wounded predator is often the most perilous. One should never underestimate an Epsilon, especially when their superhuman ability index can prove misleading at times."

The individuals within earshot, upon hearing Zhang Yi's words, couldn't help but feel a surge of admiration.

Zhang Yi, it seemed, possessed exceptional foresight and caution, capable of resisting even such tempting opportunities.

Unexpectedly, in the very next instant, a cunning glint flickered within Zhang Yi's eyes.

"What enjoyment is there in merely observing this spectacle! Let them clash amongst themselves. Our objective is to breach the Demon Kingdom's city directly!"

As the words left his lips, Zhang Yi conjured a Dimensional Gate, leading his companions directly towards the ancient city.

The notion was almost laughable.

What value did a mere Epsilon-level origin truly hold?

If he could acquire another sacrificial spirit, the rewards for Zhang Yi would undoubtedly be far more substantial!

Presently, he was beginning to grasp the profound significance of the sacrificial spirit.

Augmenting one's strength was but a minor benefit.

Its true function lay in revolutionizing an individual's inherent capabilities!

In essence, it was about unlocking a being's innate Genetic Lock.

Therefore, the sacrificial spirit represented an advanced form of the Divine Source. While their precise connection remained unclear, this simplified understanding sufficed.