Taking advantage of the brief respite, Horemheb's spirits soared, and a burst of flame erupted from his hand. Then, sparks crackled and popped in the air like Mars, shattering the ice that had condensed there.
Enraged, Itelut shouted, "You're asking for death!"
With a wave of his Soul of Ice, he drew two intersecting straight lines in front of him, creating a large frozen "X" in the air. It quickly transformed into an ice wall, blocking Horemheb's flames.
At the same time, he flicked his wrist, and the Soul of Ice in his hand pointed at Huang Liang.
In an instant, Huang Liang felt as if a giant iceberg had moved over, and the entire sky had pressed down on him.
He was completely powerless to resist, and didn't know how to resist. He felt death approaching, and saw Death right before his eyes.
Consciousness begins to store memories in the brain, and countless thoughts flash chaotically through the mind.
He suddenly thought of Old Yu, Martha, his childhood home, and many other people from the past.
He once thought he wasn't afraid of death, but at this moment he realized that he was actually very afraid of death, because he still had so many people he cared about, even though some of them were no longer with him, he still couldn't let them go. In his heart, in his memory, their images, their names, their love for him, and his own love for them were forever etched.
At that moment, a powerful thought seized his entire consciousness—to live! He had to live! For Martha, for Selina, for Hong Kui, for Old Yu...
A flame gathered in his chest. This flame was so intense that it almost burned him to ashes.
Flames erupted from his chest and collided with the oncoming iceberg.
The disparity in strength was obvious to the naked eye; the ball of flame crashing into the iceberg was like a firefly hitting Mount Everest.
But at that point, he had no more reservations, no more regrets, and no more hesitations. His only belief was to use all his strength to break through that block of ice and survive.
With his last breath, he called out Martha's name to the sky.
In the Wolf Manor in remote Vancouver, Martha is awakened from her sleep by the cold.
She noticed that the window had been blown open by the wind at some point, and the faint flame in the fireplace inside the room had been extinguished by the cold wind blowing in from outside.
She got up, put on her bearskin bathrobe, and went to light the fireplace.
Mr. Wolf loved fireplaces, and even in an era where heating and air conditioning are commonplace, his estate is still filled with such designs.
Huang Liang liked it very much. After the wedding, Mr. Wolf let them choose any room as their bridal chamber. Huang Liang chose this one. He said that the firelight in the fireplace allowed him to feel the reality of the world, and that he could feel the same warmth when he was alone as when he was holding his lover in bed.
After Huang Liang left, Martha prayed by the fireplace every day. The not-so-fiery fire brought her the warmth of her husband's chest.
She struck a match, murmuring, "May God bless my husband and bring him back safely!"
The tiny, dim flame ignited by the match head, tossed into the dark fireplace, vanished swiftly, even more fleeting than a shooting star in the night.
However, in just a moment, the flames reignited and spread rapidly, igniting the charcoal in the stove like a wildfire.
A single spark can start a prairie fire, but a single spark can never break through an entire iceberg that is pressing down on you.
However, a miracle occurred just like that. The ball of flame that emerged from Huang Liang's chest, along with his Mental Power, burst forth and collided with the icy power of Dushan pressing down from Itjenetjer's hand. The ball of flame suddenly grew larger in front of the ice mountain, turning from a few scattered sparks into clusters of dazzling sparks, and then into a giant net burning with flames.
The net, spread out, perfectly caught the iceberg, blocking out all the cold.
Huang Liang could hardly believe it; how could he possibly unleash such formidable power?
Once he calmed down, a flash of insight struck him, and he immediately realized the truth.
He turned his head and saw that Horemheb was holding out one hand to push away the ice wall sent by Itjenetjer, while pointing at Huang Liang with half of the Soul of Fire in his other hand.
The large net in front of Huang Liang was the power of fire sent by Horemheb.
He heard Horemheb say to him in his mind, "Run! You all run! I'll hold him off."
Huang Liang really wanted to say, "You don't need to worry about us, just focus on dealing with Itjenetjer."
But at this moment, he didn't have the Mental Power to communicate with Horemheb. Doing so would not only easily distract Horemheb, but also make it easier for Itjenetjer to intercept the information in their mental exchange.
Seeing his hesitation, Horemheb said to him again:
"Hurry up and leave! Remember to take that kid with you. He can transform into a white wolf, and Chayak's blood flows in his veins. Itjenetjer's goal isn't just to obtain the Soul of Ice; he wants to use it to activate the Holy Land Soul of Ice welcome Gaia's consciousness to Earth. At that time, the entire Earth will face catastrophe. And only Chayak's descendants can activate the Holy Land of Ice."
Huang Liang was startled by this information; it was something he had never known before.
He glanced at Hong Kui again and realized that the strange things about the Wolf family actually had such a background.
Although he didn't know who Chayak was, he figured he must be a remarkable figure from the distant past, or even from the previous civilization.
Without further hesitation, he struggled to his feet and, with his last ounce of strength, helped the now-awakened Hong Kui to his feet.
Horemheb added, "Remember, whatever you do, don't let Itjenetjer find the little wolf beside you. If you can't protect him..."
He paused for a moment... then... "Kill him!"
Hearing this, Huang Liang was truly startled. He stumbled and almost fell again, but he quickly regained his balance, supported Hong Kui, and staggered along the unknown direction of the icy plain.
He heard Itjenetjer yell behind him, "You can't escape!"
Then I heard Horemheb say, "With me here, you can't catch them."
Itjenetjer seemed somewhat exasperated, and roared, " Horemheb, go to hell!"
Horemheb said, "Killing me won't be that easy!"
Itjenetjer said, "If you had run away on your own, maybe I couldn't have stopped you. But you did it for these two boys..."
The sound gradually faded into the distance, becoming barely audible.
Ahead lay glaciers, like ancient, frozen dragons coiled on the earth.