Ice Age Apocalypse: I Hoard Billions of Supplies

After scanning the area, Zhang Yi found no more targets, feeling a twinge of disappointment—not because he didn't kill more soldiers, but because ordinary grunts posed no real threat to him. His true target was the Superhuman leaders, especially those leading the team. Unfortunately, one of his bullets had been dodged by the short captain, and the other had been withstood by the beast-like snow gorilla!

"Even with a heavy sniper, the bullet's power is greatly diminished over such a long distance," Zhang Yi thought. "But I wouldn't want to fight them up close."

In a one-on-one battle, Zhang Yi wouldn't fear anyone. With the Dimensional Gate at his disposal, anyone attempting to strike him at close range would be dragged into his alternate space. Even Superhumans, trapped inside the near-stagnant time of his dimensional space, would either suffocate or suffer a mental breakdown. However, given the sheer number of enemies, Zhang Yi chose to play it safe.

As Zhang Yi contemplated how to eliminate the opposing Superhumans, his eyes caught sight of something peculiar on the ground in the distance. A sudden plume of dust shot up, as if something was speeding toward him. Zhang Yi couldn't see exactly what it was, but he could feel its presence. The object moved too fast for the naked eye to track.

"What the heck is that?" Zhang Yi muttered just as the object slammed into the shelter's wall at full speed.

"Boom!" The impact was loud, and Zhang Yi, lying by the window, felt a slight vibration. The shelter's walls were incredibly sturdy, so anything that could cause even a minor tremor had to be immensely powerful. Looking down, Zhang Yi saw that the attacker wasn't an object—it was a man.

Wearing a white combat suit, with a buzz cut and dark skin, this man was none other than the short captain Zhang Yi had aimed for earlier.

"This guy's a total freak!" Zhang Yi remarked, watching the man below. Ling Feng, the captain of the West Hill Base assault team, looked up and locked eyes with Zhang Yi. In Ling Feng's eyes, there was fury and arrogance; in Zhang Yi's eyes, there was only cold indifference, as if everything unfolding was just a game within his control.

Zhang Yi adjusted his rifle, aiming directly at Ling Feng's head. At this range, even if his skull were made of steel, it wouldn't withstand a sniper bullet. But before Zhang Yi could pull the trigger, Ling Feng vanished like a ghost. His speed was unlike anything Zhang Yi had ever seen, comparable only to the rapid movements of insects.

The shelter's AI, Xiao Ai, chimed in, "The shelter wall has sustained damage: 0.028%."

Zhang Yi peered at Ling Feng standing outside the shelter. "This guy's a real monster. Not only does he have incredible speed, but his strength is also insane—no wonder he's the captain of the West Hill Base assault team."

Ling Feng pointed at Zhang Yi from afar, shouting, "I'll shatter your turtle shell sooner or later!"

Zhang Yi smirked, taunting him, "Come on, then!" He fired another shot at Ling Feng, but Ling Feng's movements were too fast, like a phantom. Even Zhang Yi couldn't keep track of him. Ling Feng's incredible speed made him both a formidable foe and a tricky target.

Fortunately for Zhang Yi, he was safe inside the shelter. Meeting Ling Feng outside would be extremely dangerous. It wasn't that Zhang Yi couldn't defeat Ling Feng; his extraordinary speed was both an asset and a vulnerability. If Zhang Yi could predict Ling Feng's attack trajectory, he could open a Dimensional Gate in his path, trapping Ling Feng in the alternate space where he would be at Zhang Yi's mercy. However, if Ling Feng avoided the gate, the tables could turn.

Zhang Yi considered a head-to-head fight between them to be a fifty-fifty chance. But why leave the shelter when he could stay invincible inside?

Zhang Yi continued shooting, not expecting to kill Ling Feng but wanting to test the limits of his abilities. After dodging several shots, Ling Feng seemed to realize Zhang Yi's intent. Ling Feng glared fiercely at Zhang Yi before vanishing from sight in a flash.

Zhang Yi scanned the battlefield for more enemies to eliminate, but the ACE Special Forces were already well-informed and wouldn't easily expose themselves. With no good targets, Zhang Yi wondered, "Did they retreat, or are they waiting for another chance to strike?"

Zhang Yi raised an eyebrow. After such a resounding failure, it was unlikely the enemy would try the same strategy again. This was a battle of wits and stamina, and Zhang Yi knew he had the upper hand. His shelter could protect him indefinitely, but how long could West Hill Base keep pouring resources and manpower into attacking it?

Ultimately, this was a battle of endurance—who would break first?

Settling back comfortably at the window, Zhang Yi adjusted his sniper scope and aimed at the charred corpses at the base of the hill. If the special forces attempted to retrieve their fallen comrades, they'd have to be ready to face death.

Ling Feng and his team eventually decided to retreat to Xu Family Town to rest and reassess their strategy. The day's failure had dealt a severe blow to their morale, but Ling Feng wasn't the type to act rashly. Seeing that the battle wasn't going in their favor, he knew it was time to rethink their approach.

"Let's fall back to Xu Family Town and regroup. We need to devise a new plan!" Ling Feng ordered, determined to find a way to breach Zhang Yi's defenses.

Zheng Xuerong let out a sigh of relief. "You scared me! When I saw you charge in earlier, I thought you'd lost your mind."

Ling Feng shook his head. "You really think I rushed in recklessly? I was testing the shelter's wall strength."

Raising his fist, Ling Feng continued, "I've discovered a new method that might damage the walls."

Zheng Xuerong stared at him in disbelief. "Captain, you're not seriously suggesting using your fists, are you?"

Everyone at West Hill Base knew Ling Feng's strength was terrifying, but breaking through the shelter's thick walls with just his fists would take an eternity. Ling Feng, however, was resolute.

"If that's the only viable option, we have to try it!" Ling Feng declared. "Our guns and explosives have lost their effectiveness. The simplest methods might just be the most effective."

He added, "Think about it—why didn't Zhang Yi absorb the explosives and our demolition team when we set them up?"

The others pondered Ling Feng's words.

Academician Wu analyzed, "It's true. If his ability could swallow anything, he could've taken out our entire demolition team along with the explosives. But he didn't—he waited until we left."

Ling Feng nodded. "Exactly. His ability seems to have limitations, especially when dealing with living beings."

"I charged in to confirm the wall's durability and test his spatial abilities. It turns out that his space manipulation doesn't seem to have any offensive capabilities. It's all defense."

Ling Feng continued, "So, using manpower to destroy the shelter is entirely feasible."

The team quickly pieced together Zhang Yi's capabilities. As experts in Superhuman research, they analyzed his powers with precision.

Shi Dayong, excited, said, "This is doable! We've got plenty of Superhumans with enhanced strength. We'll take turns smashing that wall until it falls!"

He turned to Liang Yue. "Teacher Liang, your swordsmanship is incredible. We'll strike together when the time comes!"

Liang Yue raised her eyebrows slightly and said softly, "Do whatever you think is best. I have no objections." She had her own thoughts, but for now, she played along with Ling Feng and the others.

Academician Wu warned, "Are you all serious? Even as Superhumans with immense strength, breaking down that wall with just fists and swords would take ages."

Ling Feng stared at the black fortress, unmoved. "If that's the only way, then we'll do it, no matter how long it takes. Whether for the future of West Hill Base or to avenge our fallen brothers, we won't stop."

Ling Feng knew that Zhang Yi's resources were critical for alleviating West Hill Base's supply crisis. Even a slim chance was worth pursuing.

"Let's go back!" Ling Feng said, feeling the pangs of hunger. He glanced at the burning bodies of his fallen comrades.

"What about our brothers' remains?" Shi Dayong asked, his voice heavy with grief.

Ling Feng, cautious, replied, "Going back now would only lead to another ambush. Be patient. We'll collect their remains once we've taken the shelter."

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