Published: February 13, 2025
Sometimes, you are not clear about what you will face.
Just like when you push open that door for an interview, you won’t know if the questions in the interviewer’s hands are what you guessed.
Many dwarf warriors felt the same way. When they woke up this morning, they thought it would be another ordinary day—eating, training, maintaining their equipment, or the only anticipation being whether there would be extra food for dinner.
But now, when they raised their heads, what confronted them was a sky filled with ice spikes that occupied their entire field of vision.
Earlier, when they saw these ice spikes, they thought they were uneven, varying in size, and although they gleamed with a chilling light under the sun, they didn’t feel much threat from them.
After all, the Su Clan members were fighting alongside the dwarf army in great numbers. Would these ice spikes really kill their own people?
However, when the ice spikes truly came down, and as they got closer, they became a fatal threat. The dwarves realized that the light on the Su Clan members was their protective charm, and these ice spikes could clearly distinguish their targets.
The dwarf warriors here were elite. They had never backed down in the previous battle, and after such a long fight, they had gradually gained some advantage. They believed that as time went on, victory would surely belong to them.
But these ice spikes dashed all their hopes for victory.
Except for a few high-ranking dwarf warriors, the rest were all pierced through their bodies, their faces twisted in despair as they were nailed to the ground.
Those who were still alive suddenly found themselves isolated and helpless, surrounded entirely by enemies, even peak experts were instantly overwhelmed by the sea of opponents.
Ye Pingsu aged significantly in an instant after the ice spikes fell, his back bent.
Yet he was smiling.
Wielding his staff, the mist above the formation suddenly boiled.
The entire sky seemed to be boiling, the temperature rising sharply.
Mizhao, on the other side, couldn’t care less about his troops' losses and unleashed his Ten Color Claws, directly using his final display of power.
He knew that facing the attack that this old man risked his life for, simply defending would be useless. Even the proud Tarros Red Dwarves did not dare to enter the attack formation laid out by the Su Clan formation masters, even when fully armed.
Now, although ordinary formation masters could not set up formations in the sky, Ye Pingsu was different; he was a true top expert, and the Illusion Shattering Formation Staff in his hands radiated the brightest light.
Such a formation attack could not be defended against; it could only be countered with the strongest attack to neutralize the opponent's energy if there was any hope of surviving the final clash.
Yes, survive. Mizhao only wanted to survive; as for victory, he no longer thought about it.
The boiling sky paused for a moment, then a gigantic star map appeared, deep and distant, with a gentle power descending.
This was the final display of the Ten Color Claws, and it was the most powerful one. The entire star map seemed harmless, but as long as one was under its cover, they would be influenced by the invisible starlight, leading to the collapse of their bodily functions.
Ye Pingsu looked up, smiled, and straightened his previously bent waist. Then he waved the divine level staff in his hand, drawing symbols in the air that only he knew the meaning of.
The sky continued to boil, the air turning into bubbles, rolling and gradually rising, approaching the dazzling starry sky.
The Su Clan members looked up, their protective halos still intact, and at their feet lay the stubborn dwarf corpses refusing to die. But they no longer cared; they stared blankly at the boiling air moving closer to the starry sky.
Was this going to cook the starry sky?
In fact, Ye Pingsu was indeed suspended in mid-air, boiling this piece of starry sky.
Visually, it was an ugly victory, but in the eyes of the Su Clan, it was a glorious triumph.