Ice Age Apocalypse: I Hoard Billions of Supplies Chapter 1401: The Gatekeeper

After more than half an hour, Zhang Yi's team, the monk soldiers led by the Lord of the Charnel Ground, the Knights of the Round Table, and Gao Changkong's Garuda's Followers all appeared at the entrance of the Spiral Corridor.

Behind them, the bodies of the Tri-Eyed Clan had already piled up into mountains.

Most were Tri-Eyed Clan soldiers who had been trying to drive away these outsiders.

But since even the Grand General had been defeated, how could they possibly be a match for the strongest batch of people from the surface world?

The scene was somewhat brutal—mountains of corpses and seas of blood. From this perspective, Zhang Yi and his group looked like ruthless, merciless invaders.

But battles between different races, especially those of higher civilizations, were fundamentally about plundering living space. There was no room to discuss justice or morality.

It was simply survival of the fittest.

A wolf eats a sheep to survive—how could that be called cruel?

The crowd gathered here had clearly shrunk. Most of the warriors they had brought were already dead on the battlefield.

The Lord of the Charnel Ground pressed his palms together and said to everyone, "Everyone, I know the purpose of your journey here. We have come only to completely eliminate the source of calamity that has threatened the Snowy Plateau for a millennium, and what you seek is also here."

"Since that's the case, let us advance together!"

Zhang Yi nodded without saying much. Having come this far, there was naturally no turning back.

Gao Changkong and Lancelot clearly felt the same.

They stepped onto this narrow stone bridge and walked toward the temple where Nasha's supreme royal power resided.

They had originally thought that their path forward would surely be blocked by the Army of the Kingdom of Nasha.

But to their surprise, not a single person stepped forward to stop them from beginning to end.

Perhaps the people of Nasha also understood that ordinary soldiers could no longer hold them back at this point.

Only Zhang Yi, as he walked, suddenly felt a strong sensation of being watched in his mind.

His senses were incredibly sharp—a passive ability derived from his time-based power.

He lifted his head and looked at the temple, which was getting closer and appearing larger in his eyes. He felt, in some intangible way, as if he had been locked onto by an ancient primordial beast.

"Dangerous aura," Zhang Yi said flatly.

Gao Changkong glanced at him from not too far away. "What's wrong, Old Zhang? Did you sense something?"

Zhang Yi gave him a lukewarm look. "Old Gao, aren't you being a bit too familiar? But yes, this place is dangerous."

He took a deep breath, thinking quietly: But this feeling of danger is far weaker than what I encountered beneath the Qinling Mountains.

The Tri-Eyed Clan's pressure on him was much less than that of Bai Longzi's race.

Clearly, these were two different civilizations, just as human nations had differences in strength.

Even the West Grand General he had faced earlier was around Black Chariot-level in strength, but it wasn't to the point of utter despair or complete helplessness.

Perhaps this time, through Nasha, he could thoroughly uncover the true face of the underground races.

Zhang Yi had a feeling that this time, he would gain greatly.

Sacred substances like Divine Source were secondary—what mattered most was uncovering the truth of history.

Everyone carefully approached the gates of the Holy Spirit Hall.

From a distance earlier, the Holy Spirit Hall had seemed to hang high in the sky, majestic and awe-inspiring.

Only when they truly got close did they feel its vastness and grandeur. Straining their necks, they could barely look up to its peak.

Its top had already vanished into the clouds, appearing and disappearing. The door itself was over a hundred meters tall!

Such proportions were already magnificent even for the Tri-Eyed Clan, and for humans, it was an unimaginable scale of grandeur.

Zhang Yi led his people, silently walking to the side, showing no intention of stepping forward to push the door.

Instead, two burly Vajra warriors among the monks from Sangha Monastery walked over, gathering all their strength to push open the two heavy doors.

"Creak—"

The doors were pushed open very slowly, and a white light flickered before their eyes. Everyone's gaze involuntarily turned forward, and at the same time, they all prepared for battle.

But nothing they had imagined happened.

At the entrance was a long white corridor. Inside the magnificent hall, the path was paved with a half-meter-thick red rug.

White stone pillars stood on both sides, covered in exquisite patterns, splendid and dazzling.

"Be careful—there might be an ambush here!" Deji warned everyone.

Beside Zhang Yi stood Liang Yue, Old You, Fatty Xu, and the others. They too held their weapons and carefully surveyed their surroundings.

Zhang Yi's eyes shimmered with shifting light as All Things Follow Traces constantly sensed potential dangers ahead.

A group of several dozen people stepped into this silent hall, slowly walking forward along the narrow corridor.

But all the way, not a single Tri-Eyed Clan soldier appeared. Everything was deathly still.

Until they reached the end of the corridor and saw another massive door.

In front of the door was a huge chair, upon which sat a giant clad in silver armor.

His build was extremely burly. Even by human proportions, he had broader shoulders and a thicker back than someone like Old You, a pure reinforcement-type superhuman.

The armor resembled that of medieval European knights, but the helmet was a twisted horned helm, revealing only a pair of deep, shadowy eyes. The rest of him was obscured by darkness due to the lighting, making it impossible to see his true face clearly.

But just the glance from those eyes alone made everyone present feel an immense pressure!

Zhang Yi instinctively swallowed. The pressure this man gave off was even greater—far greater—than Samba Miu, whom he had faced before.

And it wasn't just him; everyone else felt the same way.

"This one... is the last guardian?" Lancelot's gaze was serious, but a hint of fanatical smile curled at the corner of his mouth.

Regardless, the person before them was definitely an enemy!

Everyone prepared for a full-scale battle.

Zhang Yi chambered White Owl in his left hand, while in his right, Holy Judgment was shrouded in Void Black Flames capable of annihilating everything.

Gao Changkong held the golden Solar Wheel Sword, and Lancelot had reforged his Sword of Conquest, Kangge'er, ready to charge first.

The giant sat upon his chair, looking at the humans who had come to invade. Instead of reaching for the battle-axe placed beside his chair, he slowly raised his right hand and pointed at the crowd before him.

"Your timing is really bad—what a hassle!"

"But I don't have time to deal with you right now, so let's find a place for you to cool off!"

With that, he lightly snapped his fingers, and the space before everyone's eyes twisted like a piece of cloth.

Zhang Yi felt a familiar power—space power—instantly enveloping all of them present.