221: Chapter 221 White Spirit's Magical Ice Seal, Freezing Large Swathes of Insectoids

The remaining Zerg were still struggling, dragging their mangled bodies as they slowly inched toward the Main Peak defense line.

On the scorched earth, green bodily fluids mixed with black blood, like rotten leaves turned up in post-rain mud, leaving sticky, wet trails behind.

The energy net of the high-altitude Flying Sword formation had been retracted; the twelve Flying Swords returned to their sheaths, the humming sound gradually fading away.

Chen Xiaodao did not descend; his mecha still hovered at the edge of the clouds, its energy readings sliding below the warning threshold.

He did not move, his finger resting on the launch button, staring at the death zone below—as long as one could still jump up, he would have to suppress it again.

But he knew that relying on slaughter alone would not clear them all.

In front of the Main Peak control console, the blue light of Chen Wuwang's Mechanical Prosthetic Eye flashed rapidly.

The defense System's energy remained at 37%, and the shield fluctuation frequency began to destabilize.

Vibration signals arrived from three monitoring points; the density of living heat sources in the southern slope's underground passage was rising, and new arthropods were poking their heads out from the rock crevices in the eastern valley.

"We cannot hold on much longer." He said in a low voice, not speaking to anyone, but to himself.

Just then, a white shadow leaped down from the high slope on the flank, as light as a snowflake falling into a pile of ash.

Bai Ling landed without making a sound; her feet stepped on the scorched earth, but it was as if she were stepping on an ice field.

She wore no battle armor, only a plain white dress with pale silver vine patterns embroidered on the cuffs, her hair like a flowing waterfall woven from moonlight, gently rising in the wind.

She stood at the very forefront of the front line, less than five steps away from the nearest Zerg corpse.

"Are you crazy?" someone shouted in the communication channel.

She ignored them, simply raising both hands, fingertips pointing to the sky, palms facing outward.

A chill emerged out of thin air just like that.

At first, it was a wisp seeping out from between her fingers, like the white mist brought out when breathing.

Then, the entire expanse of air seemed to be frozen, water vapor condensing into fine ice crystals that fell with a rustling sound.

The sky was terrifyingly gloomy, the clouds rolling—not thunderclouds, but the kind of frost-gray blizzard clouds that only appear in the Far North.

"She is channeling the power of nature." Chen Wuwang narrowed his eyes, his Mechanical Prosthetic Eye switching to spectrum mode, capturing a peculiar energy fluctuation—

It was not spiritual power, nor was it a field that technology could explain; it was more like the earth itself was responding to some ancient covenant.

Bai Ling's lips moved slightly, and she began to chant.

The voice was very soft, using a language no one had heard before, the syllables rounded yet cold and biting, like colliding ice crystals.

With every word uttered, another layer of frost covered the ground.

The first cold current exploded from beneath her feet, spreading in a ring; wherever it passed, the scorched earth was covered in ice, rubble was wrapped in snow, and even those Zerg corpses that had not yet cooled were frozen, making cracking sounds.

Immediately afterward, the cold air from all directions seemed to be summoned, crazily converging toward the battlefield.

The wind grew stronger and stronger, carrying ice shards that stung the face.

"This girl..." Uncle Tiezhu, seeing this scene from the window of the Artifact Refining Workshop, nearly dropped the wrench in his hand, "Did she really call the sky down?"

Bai Ling suddenly spread her arms, her ten fingers opening like a blooming flower.

"In the name of winter, Seal!"

As the words fell, the world changed color.

A blizzard descended from the sky, not falling vertically, but sweeping across the entire battlefield in a spiral.

The wind speed instantly broke the sound barrier, sweeping across everything with ice blades.

Those Soldier Bugs crawling along the ground had their heads frozen the moment they looked up.

The scout bugs hiding in rock crevices had their entire bodies swallowed by the ice layer just as they poked out their antennae.

A few Purple Beetles about to leap were less than two meters in the air when their wings iced over, causing them to fall and shatter into pieces.

The cold current spread along the ground like a white tide, filling gullies, craters, and cliff cracks.

Every inch of land was cooling down, and every stone was frosting over.

Three seconds. Just three seconds. All the living Zerg on the battlefield were frozen.

They maintained their charging postures; some had their forelimbs raised high, some had their mouthparts open, and some were still spitting acid—

But that acid solidified into green ice beads the moment it left their bodies, hanging in mid-air, motionless.

Looking out, densely packed Zerg ice sculptures stood on the scorched earth, like a bizarre group of statues.

As the wind blew, one could only hear the crisp sound of the ice shells vibrating slightly.

Dead silence. Even the wind stopped for a moment.

On the Main Peak, the guards widened their eyes, their hands gripping their weapons loosening unconsciously.

Someone rubbed their eyes, thinking they were hallucinating.

"It... it really froze them?"

"Holy shit, this is even more ruthless than Uncle Tiezhu's liquid nitrogen cannon!"

"The Young Lord's sword formation kills, but she just makes it so they can't even move!"

Chen Wuwang stood before the control console, his Mechanical Prosthetic Eye rapidly scanning the entire field.

The heat source signals were almost zero; the few remaining red dots were also heavily injured, dying units, their life readings slowly decaying.

He slowly exhaled, his shoulders relaxing slightly.

"Pass the order: all units are to cease attacks and enter a rest state. Supply teams are to depart immediately to repair shield nodes, and energy vehicles are to prioritize supplying the front-line mechas."

"Yes!" The communications officer looked up abruptly, their voice trembling slightly.

He pressed another channel: "Medical teams, prepare. Focus on searching the peripheral areas; if there are targets that are not completely frozen but have lost the ability to move, capture and escort them directly."

As the orders were issued, the entire Main Peak began to operate rapidly.

The exhausted soldiers finally dared to put down their weapons; some sat down on the ground, their legs trembling.

Only then did Chen Wuwang turn his head to look at Bai Ling on the high slope.

She was still standing, her arms hanging down, faint cold air lingering around her fingertips.

Her chest rose and fell slightly, her breathing somewhat heavy, but she stood straight, like a tree growing on a snowfield.

He walked over, his footsteps landing on the ice, making a crisp crunching sound.

"Well done," he said, his voice not loud, but enough for her to hear.

Bai Ling tilted her head to look at him and smiled, her eyes as bright as stars falling into an ice lake.

"They were too noisy; I wanted to let them be quiet for a while."

"They are quiet enough now." Chen Wuwang looked around the battlefield, those ice sculptures shimmering with cold light under the setting sun, "Now we have plenty of time to catch our breath."

"It is only temporary," she said softly, "The ice will not stay hard forever."

"I know," he nodded, "But I only need this moment."

The two stood side by side, saying nothing more.

In the distance, the logistics teams had already begun to move.

Some carried tools to reinforce the defense line, while others pushed energy vehicles toward the mecha parking area.

The wounded were carried off the battlefield, and the lights in the medical tents turned on.

Chen Wuwang's fingers tapped the tabletop unconsciously—it was his habitual action when thinking.

The situation had eased for now, but he knew that a magical release of this scale could not go unnoticed.

Mo Yuan would not let this opportunity pass.

The Zerg Broodmother would not give up easily either.

He narrowed his eyes and looked toward the distant horizon, where the clouds had not yet dispersed, and low thunder could be heard rolling faintly.

"What are you thinking about?" Bai Ling asked.

"Wondering where the next wave will come from," he replied.

"Then you'd better think fast," she pointed to a faint fluctuation beneath the ice, "Over there, there's a big guy that hasn't been frozen through completely."

Chen Wuwang immediately raised his hand, his Mechanical Prosthetic Eye locking onto the target area.

Thirty meters underground, a huge heat source was moving slowly, its size far exceeding that of an ordinary Zerg general.

"Notify Group B to plant seismic mines and detonate them the moment it breaks the ice."

"Understood."

He looked at Bai Ling again and found that the cold air at her fingertips had dissipated, and her complexion was a shade paler than before.

"Are you alright?"

"I'm fine," she nodded, "I can freeze it again, I just need a rest."

"No need," he shook his head, "This time, it's our turn to strike."

He turned and walked back to the control console, placing his hands back on the dual-core crystal pillars.

The System interface appeared in his consciousness; the countdown for the [family rise system] was still ticking: "48:17".

He didn't look at the instruction content, but just stared at the frozen battlefield, his gaze sharp as a blade.

The wind rose again, carrying snow particles that slapped against his face.

The Main Peak defense line resumed operation, mecha engines starting one after another, the humming sounds rising and falling.

Bai Ling stood on the high slope, looking at the frozen Zerg ice sculptures, and suddenly said softly:

"Do you think... they might dream of spring?"

No one answered.

Chen Wuwang's finger swiped lightly across the crystal pillar, and the red warning light quietly extinguished.

The battle was not over yet. It had just changed its rhythm.