In the world of Moe King, I became the ruler of ice.

Cangying and Elder Bai exchanged a glance, their smiles fading, and said helplessly:

"actually......"

"It's not as bad as you think."

"Huh??" Viktor was taken aback, stood up, and asked, "You have another way?"

Old Bai chuckled and said nothing more.

Cangying almost laughed, but for the sake of her character, she held back and explained:

"The barrier set up by Aardman is indeed very strong, and it is similar to the holy barrier in the West that is specifically designed to target monsters."

"However, it can only be used against A-rank monsters."

"A monster? Aren't we monsters?"

Viktor was a little confused; he couldn't quite understand Cangying's explanation.

Cangying was a man of few words to begin with, and offered no further explanation.

Old Bai took a few steps forward, and his originally aged body was filled with vitality, his magic power breaking through the A-level limit.

Cangying's aura shifted, his blue hair flew wildly, and an ice-blue magic circle rose into the air. Each of his shadow clones stood in the corner of the magic circle, pouring magic into it with their hands.

"burst!"

Viktor opened his mouth when he saw this.

Good grief, so he's the weakest member of this team?

The flames in Armand's eyes flickered wildly, and he could sense a violent energy within the barrier.

"Click-clack—"

Just as he was wondering, Aardman's eyes widened as a crack appeared in the Holy Barrier, extending and splitting from the initial crack until it covered the entire surface.

The barrier was subjected to terrifying force from within, and shattered like a broken eggshell.

"impossible?"

Aardman was sent flying backward, and three figures appeared in his pupils.

"The barrier has shattered!"

Viktor's mood underwent a dramatic reversal, from initial dejection and shock to current numbness.

The first thing the three of them did upon emerging was to fix their gaze on Aardman, their eyes filled with hostility.

Cangying had done his intelligence work before arriving, and the moment he saw Aardman, he warned him:

"That undead is Aardman, one of the five fingers under the Demon Lord Clayman."

"Hmm." Elder Bai nodded and said, "Judging from the barrier just now, this undead is no ordinary being."

Old Bai has lived a relatively long time, so it's unbelievable that an undead could use the Holy Church's skills.

Aardman stood up, dusted off his disheveled robes, and the eerie blue flames burning in his pupils intensified.

He clearly hadn't expected these people to escape from the sacred barrier he had set up, especially by breaking through it with brute force.

Keep in mind that this is specifically designed for monsters; even if you were to trap a group of A-rank monsters and use brute force, it would be impossible to break through.

"Have I truly been abandoned by God? Can the immortals not receive divine protection...?"

Aardman's feelings were complicated, and he didn't even consider the three people in front of him to be above Grade A.

He thought it was his status as an undead that made the sacred monster less holy.

Even if he were to accidentally use holy magic based on his memories from his previous life, its power would be less than one-tenth or one-twelfth of its peak.

Aardman regained his composure, looked at the three men with knives in front of him, and felt a bitter taste in his mouth.

Damn, who did that guy Clayman mess with?

They've already invaded our own territory, why aren't they coming back?

Should I risk my life to stop these people?

"Ahem..." Aardman composed himself and said slowly:

"You should go back. This is the territory of Demon King Clayman. You should have heard of his power as a demon king."

"If he comes back in person, you probably won't be able to leave."

The undead around them slowly surrounded them, but dared not approach once they reached a certain distance.

Old Bai looked at Aardman with some surprise; it seemed this guy had no idea what was happening outside.

"Lord Aardman, didn't the Demon King Clayman tell you?"

"He initiated the war against our Tempest, and our attack on Clayman's castle was in self-defense."

"As for the Demon King Clayman you mentioned, I don't know if he can come back now."

Aardman's heart skipped a beat, and he cursed Klayman under his breath.

As expected, it was Clayman who caused the trouble. He was never interested in the outside world and just wanted to retire peacefully in this mass grave.

Hmm... what did he just say?

Is Demon King Clayman never coming back?

Does that mean the restrictions that Demon King Kazalim placed on him to guard this place are now null and void?

If everyone is gone, why is he still guarding an empty castle?

Aardman was silent for a moment, then shook his head and said:

"I still can't let you pass. I can feel the power of the contract still there. Kreman isn't dead yet."

"Then, Your Excellency... we have no choice but to fight and determine the victor."

Without saying much, Elder Bai drew his thin sword and moved swiftly.

Aardman sighed, and facing the three's combined attack, he ordered all the undead to step forward and block them. At the same time, he chanted a spell, his eyes blazing with holy light, and he clasped his hands together, shouting:

"Spiritual Collapse—"

A golden magic circle rose up, layer upon layer, causing the magic particles throughout the area to go berserk.

Bai Lao and Cangying were shocked.

.........

At the highest peak, a striking red color stands out, while a chasm several tens of meters deep lies not far away.

Red Maru opened her eyes, looked down, and said:

"The war below is over, and the outcome was as I predicted."

Faced with tens of thousands of demons who had fallen into the trap, their pig-headed army almost overwhelmed them and suffered virtually no casualties.

You should know that the Tempest have potions made from Fipocott grass, so a mere fatal wound is out of the question.

After defeating the enemies on the ground, Krut's army immediately ordered his men to bind the demons and seal their power.

"Ahhh—let me go, you lowly pigs, take your filthy hands off me."

"Hmph, I'm a mid-level demon, you can't treat me like this!"

Some powerful demons, even when captured, still maintained an arrogant expression, their hatred for lowly demons almost ingrained in their bones.

"Snap—"

"you....."

"Slap—slap—"

"You... dare to hit me?"

The intermediate-level demon's voice, even as he covered his face, became noticeably sharper.

"Hmph... Hmph." The pig-headed man didn't know the meaning of gentleness, so he hit harder and became even rougher.

"Slap—slap—slap"

"Behave yourselves!"

The clamoring demons' eyes cleared up, and they became much more subdued.

These pig-headed men were so rude, slapping them repeatedly until they were completely stunned.

The battlefield was quickly cleared, and soon after, Gavilu's flying legion also dealt with the flying demons.

Gavil spread his wings and flew toward Krut on the ground.

"Brother Krut, it seems you're faster on your end."

"Actually, it's all thanks to the ground traps; otherwise, it wouldn't have been so easy."

"Haha, Brother Krut, don't be modest."

Gavilu smiled and complimented his older brother, saying:

"Dealing with these demons will probably waste a lot of food in the future."

"That's right. Lord Gransta said that keeping them alive is more valuable than killing them outright."

"They can serve as cheap labor. I heard that the adults will conduct some kind of experiments on them, so they will try to keep them alive as much as possible."

"I see."

When Gavilu heard that it was Lord Gransta speaking, he didn't say anything more. As for experiments or anything like that, he wasn't interested.

"Let's go find Benimaru."

"it is good."

.....