The five people stopped at the same time and lay down on the ice.
David lay on the ground, pressed his ears to the ice, and closed his eyes.
Chaotic power flared from within him, spreading forward along the ice. He could feel dozens of auras approaching rapidly from ahead, golden, fiery, and emitting a holy light unique to gods.
“Protoss pursuers.”
David opened his eyes, his voice calm, “A team leader at the eighth rank of the True Immortal Realm, and at least thirty cultivators at the fifth rank or higher of the True Immortal Realm.”
Bing Wuhen’s pupils narrowed slightly. “Thirty? We only have five people.”
“Not thirty.”
David stood up and looked at the faint golden light in the distance. “There are thirty-seven of them. The leader is a rank eight mid-stage True God, there are three rank seven True Gods, and the rest are rank five and six True Gods.”
Jiang Xuelan frowned. “Can you win?”
David was silent for a moment, then smiled.
The smile was faint, so faint that it was almost imperceptible, but at that moment, everyone felt goosebumps.
“We can beat them.”
His voice was calm, “But we can’t let them escape. If anyone manages to escape back to report, the Protoss Alliance will know of our existence, and we will be in big trouble.”
Bing Wuhen gripped his ice sword tightly. “You mean wipe them all out?”
“Annihilate them all.” David turned around and looked at the four men. “I need you guys to help me set a trap.”
There is a natural ice canyon in the ice field, with towering ice walls on both sides, and only one narrow passage to enter and exit.
At the bottom of the canyon was an open space, which was filled with countless giant pieces of ice, like countless ice spears pointing towards the sky.
David stood at the entrance of the canyon, looked around, and nodded with satisfaction. “Here he is.”
Jiang Xuelan walked to his side, observing the terrain of the canyon, “You want to lure the Protoss pursuers in, and then block the exit?”
“Right.”
David pointed at the ice walls on both sides of the canyon, “You and Bing Wuhen hide on the left ice wall, and Bing Xue’er and Bing Fenghan hide on the right. Once all the pursuers from the Divine Race enter the canyon, the two of you will attack together to seal the entrance and exit. Leave the rest to me.”
Bing Wuhen frowned. “You alone? There are thirty-seven people on the other side, and their leader is a Level Eight True Immortal Realm.”
“I know.”
David interrupted her, “But I have the power of chaos. Their holy light is like paper in front of me. As long as you seal the entrance and exit and prevent them from escaping, I alone will be enough.”
Bing Wuhen looked at David, complex emotions flashing in his eyes.
He had seen many people, but he had never seen anyone like this. A peak level two True God, facing thirty-seven enemies whose realms were far superior to his, his face showed no fear, only calm.
That calm is not a pretense; it is self-confidence that radiates from within.
“Okay.” Bing Wuhen nodded. “I trust you.”
Bingxue’er and Bingfenghan also nodded.
The five people quickly took their respective positions.
David stood on a patch of ice outside the canyon entrance. Jiang Xuelan and Bing Wuhen hid in the ice wall on the left, while Bing Xueer and Bing Fenghan hid in the ice wall on the right.
The five people concealed their auras, becoming like five lifeless ice cubes, blending into the surrounding ice and snow.
The golden light in the distance grew brighter and closer.
David stood on the ice plains, his blue robe fluttering in the wind, the Dragon Slayer Sword hanging from his waist, the purple light from the sword had been suppressed to the maximum.
His eyes were purple, and it seemed as if stars were spinning in his pupils.
He watched the golden light draw closer, a faint smile tugging at his lips.
“They’ve come.”
Golden light streaked across the ice field, like a golden river flowing towards the ruins.
The leader was a tall and dashing cultivator of the Divine Race, a mid-stage True God of the eighth rank, with a stern face and eyes as sharp as a hawk.
Behind him followed thirty-six divine cultivators, each of whom had a cultivation level of at least the fifth rank of the True Immortal Realm.
They wore golden armor and held golden longswords in their hands. Holy light flowed around them, completely dispelling the cold from the ice plains.
The leading cultivator, deputy commander under the Shadow Warriors, was named Jin Lie.
Suddenly he raised his hand, signaling the line to stop advancing.
“Master, what’s wrong?” asked a cultivator behind him.
Jin Lie’s gaze swept around, his brows slightly furrowed. “The aura of the ruins has disappeared.”
“Lost? Could it be”
“Shut up.”
Jin Lie interrupted his words, his gaze fixed on the ice canyon in front of him.
Intuition told him that something was wrong.
However, he couldn’t confirm what exactly was wrong.
Ice canyons were a common landform in the ice expanses, and there were no unusual energy fluctuations.
FAQ Novel
Q: What happened to the ancient ruin?
A: The ancient ruin vanished from the ice plains after its cracks closed, leaving no visible trace.
Q: Why are the characters in a hurry?
A: They are hurrying because the released ancient aura might attract unwanted attention from nearby Protoss patrols.
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