Ice Age Apocalypse: I Hoard Billions of Supplies Chapter 1382: Void Deep Space

Indeed, the Lord of the Charnel Ground soon faced a formidable opponent as well.

Under the guise of Buddha, the Lord of the Charnel Ground, his Sangha Monastery Monk Soldiers, and the Yasha Langtai family's private soldiers mercilessly slaughtered all the inhabitants of Nasha in the middle layers.

As descendants hailing from the Snowy Plateau Region, they possessed the keenest understanding that these people posed a significant future threat to humanity as long as they survived.

This was especially true for the Snowy Plateau Region itself. They could not afford to permit these inhabitants to develop slowly. Should they ever breach the Gate of Eternal Severance, the Snowy Plateau would undoubtedly face a catastrophic bloodbath.

At best, everyone would be reduced to their livestock.

Meanwhile, the disturbance here drew another powerful entity from Nasha.

This was a colossal giant, towering over ten meters, with a physique so robust it appeared forged from solid steel.

A singular eye on its forehead gazed intensely at its surroundings, while its fiery red hair erupted outwards in every direction, resembling a raging inferno.

Appearing in the vicinity of the Lord of the Charnel Ground and his companions, the giant's features contorted in disgust as it surveyed several utterly devastated streets and the fallen soldiers of the Tri-Eyed Clan. It spat onto the ground.

Several Monk Soldiers, having noticed the red-haired giant, immediately advanced, their vajra pestles poised.

Upon witnessing this, the red-haired giant smirked, revealing a grin that sent a chill down the spine.

With a straightforward punch, devoid of any elaborate technique or flourish, it launched an assault on the charging soldiers.

Its brawny arm resembled a stone pillar, yet as the fist shot forward, the very fabric of space before it vibrated violently. Then, an unfathomable expanse of exploding flames erupted, engulfing the entire street!

The few Monk Soldiers, along with everything in their wake, were instantly consumed by the searing, explosive inferno!

They experienced a fleeting sensation of warmth, a transient moment of agony, before being reduced to mere ashes by the terrifyingly intense heat!

A single punch illuminated the entire district; an entire street was immolated!

Neither the Tri-Eyed Clan members nor the human soldiers survived the onslaught.

The Lord of the Charnel Ground clasped his palms together, his gaze calmly fixed upon this general of the Nasha.

"Amitabha!"

Golden radiance emanated from him. Though his eyes held no trace of killing intent, his strike was both decisive and merciless!

"Heh, come at me, insect!"

Confronting the Lord of the Charnel Ground was another formidable general of Nasha—【Explosive Fist】, Lie.

Superhuman Ability Index: 20,000 points. Black Chariot-level.

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Fierce confrontations ignited across Nasha from all sides. Successive waves of Epsilon-level power surged skyward, instilling terror in every civilian and low-ranking superhuman.

Even Zhang Yi perceived a discernible sense of peril at this juncture.

Those auras were overwhelmingly potent—even he would find it challenging to overcome them.

"Fortunate that my defensive capabilities are quite substantial."

This thought offered Zhang Yi a measure of reassurance.

His greatest strengths lay in defense and evasion. Even against a Black Chariot-level superhuman with an index of 20,000 points, if victory was unattainable, escape remained a viable option.

"As long as I don't encounter one of those bizarre rule-based superhumans, or a high-tier spatial-temporal entity that counters me, I should remain safe here."

Zhang Yi contemplated inwardly.

However, the latter scenario was improbable, given the extreme rarity of both time-type and space-type abilities.

And a superhuman possessing both simultaneously? To his knowledge, he was the sole individual with such a combination.

Regarding rule-based cultivators, it was unlikely he would easily encounter one capable of posing a threat.

An existence like Houtu was an anomaly, exceptionally rare.

Zhang Yi cast his gaze upward towards the sky—towards the immense Holy Spirit Hall, which seemed suspended in mid-air. Although a flicker of longing stirred within him, he merely offered a smile.

He never actively pursued danger; he consistently conducted thorough probes before committing to any action.

He would rather abstain from action than commit an error.

"While everyone else engages the strong, I cannot remain idle. I shall assist in cleansing this nation!"

Zhang Yi's eyes hardened.

Raising his firearm, he positioned himself at a considerable height and commenced another wave of carnage.

A special-type superhuman with an ability index of 18,000 points, specializing in long-range assassination—regardless of whether the target was human or superhuman, as long as they were not Epsilon-level, none could withstand even one of his minuscule bullets.

Zhang Yi possessed the capability to employ his accumulated weaponry for a widespread bombardment, executing a dimensional-reduction strike against a nascent nation like Nasha.

However, this action would deviate from his characteristically understated approach, thus he refrained.

Just then, Chodak's voice resonated in Zhang Yi's ears once more.

"Mr. Chaos, Lord of the Charnel Ground, and the others are all engaged in combat. Could we please be permitted to enter the fray as well?"

"We've arrived for this holy war; we'd much rather perish fighting than remain idle spectators!"

They had been relegated to standby duty for an extensive period. Despite the safety it afforded, a profound sense of shame permeated their being.

They were not craven individuals fearful of their demise. Furthermore, should they retreat to the outside world, the revelation that they had cowered during the momentous conflict would forever stain their honor!

Upon hearing their impassioned plea, Zhang Yi finally relented with a nod of assent.

"Very well. If you are determined to fight, then go forth and engage!"

By this juncture, he had attained a general comprehension of Nasha's capabilities.

The might of this subterranean populace was demonstrably inferior to the forces lurking beneath the Qinling Mountain Range.

As Yang Xinxin had sagely observed earlier—

A civilization graced with a more extended history does not invariably equate to superior strength.

A chamber pot from the Tang Dynasty still serves its intended, albeit less dignified, purpose.

With the shrouding veil of mystery rent asunder, the apprehension that the Tri-Eyed Clan had initially instilled within them gradually began to dissipate.

Zhang Yi facilitated the emergence of Chodak and his contingent from the Shadow Space.

Their numbers were paltry, barely amounting to a few dozen. The majority of the original five hundred had been strategically positioned by Zhang Yi to pacify the remnants on the Demon Kingdom's battlefield.

This decision stemmed from Zhang Yi's conviction that once within the confines of the Demon Abyss, sheer numbers would cease to be a significant factor.

Consequently, despite their limited presence here, they represented the cream of the crop among the initial five hundred—each individual a superhuman possessing formidable prowess.

As they set foot upon Nasha's domain for the inaugural time, they were met with the palpable intensity of warfare and the charged atmosphere of battle that enveloped them. The very blood coursing through their veins ignited with fervent anticipation.

"My brethren, let us annihilate every last one of these extraterrestrial invaders!!!"

Chodak's defiant roar echoed towards the heavens as he brandished his vajra rod, charging headlong into the Nashan soldiers arrayed before him.

Zhang Yi abstained from direct engagement, instead maintaining a strategic distance to eliminate adversaries systematically from afar.

Under the cover of his concealed assaults, Chodak and his warriors advanced with astonishing ease, like a searing blade slicing through soft butter, effortlessly dismantling several formations of Nashan troops.

Subsequently, once the immediate vicinity was ascertained to be devoid of imminent threats, Liang Yue, Old You, Fatty Xu, and Hua Hua also joined the fray.

Zhang Yi's approach was characterized by extreme caution; he inflicted the greatest number of casualties while generating the least commotion.

In this locale where communication infrastructure was rudimentary, such a covert methodology rendered it exceedingly difficult to attract the attention of Nasha's apex powerhouses.

However, perhaps owing to the escalating number of Nashan soldiers meeting silent ends, it was only a matter of time before someone's notice was inevitably drawn.

Precisely as Zhang Yi was lining up his sights on the hinder portion of a Nashan superhuman's cranium, he abruptly perceived the surrounding space constrict and darken ominously.

The vista before his eyes transmuted into an abyss of absolute blackness.

He himself had been instantaneously and inexplicably displaced from his prior position.