Published: February 11, 2025
Ye Zhongming's mind was filled with only one sensation—will ice river!
This was the name of a skill, once unique to mental evolvers and mutated life forms.
This energy skill was silent yet tangible; once unleashed, it swept over its affected area like a tide.
The lives caught in it felt as if their bodies and spirits were completely imprisoned, as if they had been thrown into an ice river.
Now, Ye Zhongming and the others were experiencing this; originally engaged in fierce combat, they were drowned in this energy tide, losing control over their bodies, unable to even move their eyes.
It wasn't just them who couldn't move; the monsters were similarly frozen, all life at that moment turned into statues.
Ye Zhongming knew this was a form of mental control, allowing life to temporarily lose ownership of its body. It was said that at the highest level, this ability could directly annihilate life.
Undoubtedly, this was emitted by that ninth-level life; it controlled the entire battlefield through these black holes.
A sense of terror welled up within Ye Zhongming.
This wasn't fear in the usual sense; it was more a feeling of helplessness against the overwhelming power.
A ninth-level life could control the entire battlefield even before arriving, and above them, the number of evolvers was so great, including several at level eight. Ye Zhongming, the Holy Maiden, Yangos, and five level eights from the monster side were all trapped by this ability, standing dumbly in place.
Could it really be that a single level difference made such a significant change?
Before, the Holy Father had also given an unbeatable feeling, but it didn’t lead to actual despair. Now, this was real despair.
In the face of this situation, including Ye Zhongming, they all realized they had made a colossal mistake, underestimating the power of a peak-level life when comparing it to standards above the Holy Father.
Without being at that level, one simply couldn't understand how powerful it truly was.
No monsters emerged from the black holes, but those unable to move could clearly sense something approaching from within; undoubtedly, that ninth-level life was on its way!
“Bang, bang, bang…”
Some muffled explosions echoed from around them, the stench of blood suddenly thickening in the air.
Even though Ye Zhongming couldn't see, he knew that the monsters were self-destructing; the sacrifice had evidently begun. Just by listening, he could deduce that, at their current speed of self-preservation, if all the monsters were sacrificed, it wouldn't take more than two minutes.
But in that time, could they even move?
Even if they could move, once the ninth-level life traversed an unknown distance to arrive, they would inevitably wait for their doom.
“Break!”
Suddenly, a voice came from the Sanctuary. With this voice, Ye Zhongming felt his body regain some movement; although it was extremely slow, as if he were submerged in glue, it was still a positive sign.
Ye Zhongming didn't know what had happened; he had no time to investigate who had managed to break the ninth-level life’s binding and granted them a glimmer of hope.
He only knew that he could not waste this precious opportunity.
He took out an object and, in this slow-motion movement, placed it on the ground.
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“Old Liu!”
Le Da Yuan uttered these two words, his voice filled with sorrow.
The earlier command to break had come from Liu Zhenghong.
At this moment, the Sister Hong of Cloud Summit had already become unrecognizable.
Her skin had turned gray and dry, without a trace of luster; her body had swollen to twice its size, and her clothes were torn, making her appear extremely disheveled.
What had once been a very delicate face now displayed a deep blue hue, with what seemed like acne all over it, some oozing a milky liquid.
Her once normal-sized hands were now gigantic, the size of a head, with sharp claws, dark gray in color, resembling those of a corpse.