Ice Age Apocalypse: I Hoard Billions of Supplies

Chapter 546: Void

No one knew how much time had passed before Zhang Yi finished absorbing the remnants of Yuan Kongye’s superhuman energy.

He could feel himself growing significantly stronger.

On every level, it was an epic enhancement.

Even something as basic as the Dimensional Gate now had a drastically improved defense threshold. His control over spatial power had become even more refined, and it seemed like he could develop even more formidable abilities in the future.

However, there was one thing Zhang Yi was unaware of.

As a superhuman who had ascended to Epsilon level later in life, Yuan Kongye’s abilities had inherent flaws.

Her powers were all stolen—none of them truly belonged to her.

Moreover, she had only recently ascended, and her core energy was not yet stable. Suffering through a massive battle had severely damaged her foundation.

But even that fraction far exceeded the power of any Delta-level superhuman in Tianhai City.

Now, Zhang Yi’s next task was to fully integrate this power as his own.

Closing his eyes, he focused on sensing the changes within himself.

He stood in the midst of the wind and snow, and after a long moment, he finally opened his eyes.

Slowly, he stretched out his hand.

A streak of black lightning flickered in his palm—at first, just a faint spark, but it rapidly expanded, transforming into a dark mass that resembled both fire and electricity.

"Crackle—"

A distorted sound echoed.

Zhang Yi controlled the energy, compressing it in his palm until it took solid form.

In the end, it condensed into a long, pitch-black spear, unstable and pulsating with immense power.

Even Zhang Yi found it difficult to hold onto.

Without hesitation, he raised his arm and hurled the spear into the distance.

"Whoosh!"

The black spear pierced through the void and embedded itself in the distant mountainside without a sound.

Then—

A dark explosion erupted from the impact site, expanding into a massive black sphere over a thousand meters in diameter!

When the black sphere vanished, it left behind a perfectly circular void in the mountainside—an enormous crater with a smooth surface, as if something had wiped reality itself clean.

"The power of the void..." Zhang Yi murmured.

The moment he acquired this power, he instinctively understood its nature.

Void energy could consume everything.

It was an upgraded version of Divine Power, far deadlier and more terrifying.

"If I combine it with the Dimensional Gate, is there anyone in this world I can’t kill?"

Zhang Yi looked down at his right hand.

He even felt that this power allowed him to surpass the limits of humanity—to hold dominion over life and death itself.

When someone suddenly gains immense power, their mind naturally swells with arrogance.

But Zhang Yi quickly suppressed these thoughts.

"There are too many strong people in this world—I can't let arrogance blind me."

"Otherwise, I’ll end up like Yuan Kongye."

He thought of Bian Junwu’s terrifying final attack and Yuan Kongye’s overwhelming command over dozens of superpowers, effortlessly slaughtering superhumans in Tianhai City.

Zhang Yi knew he had to stay calm.

Especially since Bian Junwu had warned him—there were other Epsilon-level superhumans in this world.

The one in Shengjing District could take a life from thousands of miles away.

"This world is still full of danger. I must remain cautious." Zhang Yi told himself.

"But at the very least, even if I encounter a stronger superhuman now—I can protect myself!"

Clenching his fists, his eyes shone with confidence.

Even when facing the monstrous powerhouse that was Jiangnan District, he felt no fear—not out of arrogance, but because he knew they would now try to recruit him at all costs.

Which meant that even if they discovered how he had manipulated Bian Junwu into luring Yuan Kongye into a trap, there would be ways to smooth things over.

Zhang Yi activated his communicator and contacted Uncle You.

"Hello, Uncle You. It’s Zhang Yi. Yuan Kongye is dead. We’re safe now."

On the other end, Uncle You let out a long breath.

After a few seconds, he finally spoke.

"That’s good. That’s really, really good!"

"Where are you now? What’s the situation with the other factions in Tianhai City? And what about the investigation team?"

During the three-day pursuit, Zhang Yi had focused entirely on Yuan Kongye and hadn’t contacted anyone back home.

Now that everything was settled, there were still loose ends in Tianhai City to tie up.

Uncle You answered, "Wei Dinghai is dead. His second-in-command, Chen Jingguan, is still alive and has taken the remaining survivors back to Chaoyu Base."

"The other factions are in a similar state. Meanwhile, the investigation team has gone to Qingfu Base. They suffered heavy casualties—especially Wu Di, who looks like he’s barely hanging on. They’re recovering at Qingfu Base."

"As for us, we’re all at home, waiting for you."

Zhang Yi nodded.

"Alright, I’ll be back soon."

The remaining factions could no longer stir up much trouble.

This battle had completely crippled Tianhai City.

Of the Five Major Factions, only Zhang Yi’s side remained intact. The combat forces of the others were practically wiped out, leaving only a handful of scattered superhumans.

From now on, they could no longer pose any threat to Zhang Yi.

As for the investigation team—they were the ones he cared about the most.

Zhang Yi summoned his Snow Vehicle from Spatial Storage, set it to autopilot, and returned to the Shelter.

Everyone was waiting for him.

The moment he arrived, their faces lit up with emotion.

This Tianhai City crisis had nearly cost them their home—and their lives.

But in the end, it was Zhang Yi who saved them all.

"Zhang Yi!"

"Zhang Yi!"

"Big Brother Zhang Yi!"

"Boss!"

"Leader!"

One by one, they all rushed toward him, eager to embrace him.

But Zhang Yi raised a hand, stopping them.

Smiling, he said, "I just want to rest for now. We’ll talk after I wake up."

Like caffeine, stimulants force the body to stay awake—but the fatigue always comes crashing down later.

Now that he was home, Zhang Yi’s mental exhaustion had reached its peak.

Ignoring the others, he walked straight to his room.

It was still warm and luxurious.

His Hästens bed was neatly covered with a white swan-down duvet.

The warm lighting cast a cozy glow, while outside the window, snowflakes drifted peacefully through the night.

Everything was quiet and serene.

Zhang Yi stripped off his clothes, locked the door behind him, and collapsed onto the bed.

Right now, all he wanted—was to sleep.

Author's Note