On the Ice Field, a scorched Treasure Ship was moving rapidly. It was much smaller than before, since its cargo had either been eaten or put away, and just over a dozen Snow Walkers could tow it.
At the end of the earlier battle, Yang Yi had left behind a large quantity of wreckage from the ship, along with some unsalable goods. After arranging them, he had set them ablaze to pass them off as the remains left by the fire. It looked extremely convincing.
Even if the other side had their doubts, they could not entirely rule out the possibility that the ship and the Fire Worship Cult believers had all perished in the flames.
After all, those lunatics loved doing exactly that.
Amid several startled cries, Yang Yi had swallowed the ship in one gulp, along with the people nearby, the Mechs, and some strange fish, before breaking into a wild sprint.
Despite his mountain-like size, he had managed to cross the snow without leaving a trace. Fortunately, no one had seen him, or their eyes would have popped out of their heads. In fact, Yang Yi's body had very little mass, thanks to his special ability.
Only after putting some distance behind him did he spit the ship out. By then, it had already undergone considerable repairs, since the crew, and even the Long-Legged Sardines, had all been repairing it. The ship could also repair itself, and before long, its outline had taken shape again.
Then, following the siblings' directions, they headed toward an uninhabited area, away from the densely clustered settlements in the center of Glacier.
"Boss, my name is Noelle Gai Nius. This is my good-for-nothing little brother. Just call him North."
After recovering, Noelle immediately started calling Yang Yi "Boss." Her meaning was self-evident: