Freeze the entire population, activate my Superman system?

The northern border of the Frost Ridge Wasteland, the Ice Ridge Fault Zone.

Turing's massive body stretched across the narrowest part of the canyon, like a city wall built of dark red rock.

He was nearly twelve meters tall, two heads taller than the Night Owl, and his entire body was covered with a tortoise-shell-like keratinous layer.

Behind him were two hundred slave warriors in his personal guard.

These warriors were all elites from various slave tribes at the early stage of the third tier, captured from various wastelands by Turing using slave marks.

"Renault, you've crossed the line."

His four dark red eyes were fixed on the two-headed giant lizard opposite him, with dangerous firelight flickering in his pupils.

"Your entire army is pressing upon my Frostridge Wasteland, do you want war?"

On the other side, Renault impatiently pawed at the ground with its front paws, carving four deep furrows into the frozen soil.

"Turing, I was just passing by."

"Just passing by?" Turing sneered. "Do you think I'm a three-year-old?"

Reid's head peeked out from the side, a sinister smile spreading across his face. "Brother, I told you this old geezer wasn't easy to fool."

Renault ignored his brother's teasing and took a step forward with his massive body.

This step covered a distance of seven or eight meters, and when the four giant claws landed simultaneously, the entire canyon trembled slightly.

"Turing, I don't want to fight you." Renault's voice was deep and steady. "Get out of my way, and I'll give you ten Fire Crystal Mother Ore."

Turing's eyes contracted sharply.

Ten fire crystal mother ore, that's his total tax revenue for a whole year.

"I refuse."

Turing slowly raised his right forepaw, and dark red energy gathered at the tip of the claw, condensing into five semi-transparent energy blades.

"What exactly are you looking for in Frostridge Wasteland?"

He paused for a moment.

Red's laughter stopped abruptly.

Four dark golden eyes stared at Turing simultaneously, and the air seemed to freeze for a moment.

Turing stared at Reynolds, his uneasy premonition growing stronger.

What exactly did Renault discover in the Frostridge Wastes?

Is it worth risking war and deploying the entire Red Ridge force to the border?

In the distance, an almost invisible gray figure silently glided across the ice ridge at the edge of the canyon.

It's Dylan!

During the lull between Turing and Reno's standoff, he sprinted southwards along the shadows of the Frostridge Wasteland, skimming the surface.

That is, the direction of the human safety zone.

He carried a hunting signal flare given to him by Renault.

Dylan's figure left a gray-green afterimage across the icy plain.

The third-tier speed, gained from burning the source of fire and blood, was fully unleashed.

Soon, he saw the blue and white light pattern on the barrier of the safe zone.

Dylan didn't approach. He stopped about 500 meters from the barrier, crouched in the shadow of an ice rock, and took out the prey marker smoke from his pocket.

It was a dark red bone tube about the thickness of a finger, its surface covered with densely packed runes.

One end of the bone tube was sealed with wax, and the other end was embedded with a grain of rice-sized fragment of fire crystal mother ore.

Dylan bit off the sealing wax and inserted the bone tube vertically into the frozen soil.

Then he bit the tip of his tongue, and a drop of grayish-green blood dripped onto the mother ore fragments at the top of the bone tube.

hum-

The bone tube emitted a deep, resonant sound.

The fragments of the mother ore suddenly lit up, and dark red light veins exploded from the top of the bone tube, transforming into a thin pillar of light that shot into the sky.

The beam of light exploded in mid-air, turning into a cloud of dark red smoke. The smoke condensed in the blizzard but did not disperse, slowly spreading in all directions.

Dylan stood up and watched as the plume of smoke began to move slowly along some invisible trajectory outside the safety zone barrier, enclosing an entire area.

The signal for war has been drawn.

For the remaining five hours, he just had to wait.

Once this smoke signal is fully formed, and once this area is marked as Renault's temporary ranch...

Even if Turing arrives, he will not be able to harm any creature in this area.

The rules of the ranch were set by the main city.

Anyone who breaks the rules will be punished by the main city.

Dylan crouched behind the ice rock, staring at the slowly moving cloud of dark red smoke, a slow grin spreading across his face.

Renault's mission was accomplished.

His life was saved.

Turing noticed it about two hours after the smoke signal was raised.

It wasn't that someone tipped him off, but rather that his own mark of slavery resonated faintly at that moment.

Just now, the slave marks he left in the Frostspine Wasteland were simultaneously enveloped by an unfamiliar energy field.

Prey Mark!

Turing's pupils dilated to their limit in that instant.

Renault came to Frostridge not to find any mineral veins, nor to seize territory.

He came to mark his prey.

Turing's breathing suddenly became heavy.

The disappearance of Night Owl, the advance of Renault's army, and the price of ten mother minerals.

All these fragments pieced together at this moment to form a complete picture.

What extraordinary treasure has appeared on his ranch?

Meanwhile, Renault is using the main city's rules to steal his prey.

Turing raised his head, his four dark red eyes fixed on the two-headed giant lizard lying on the ground opposite him.

His voice came out from deep in his throat, hoarse and low.

"Renault, how long have your signal fires been burning?"

Renault did not answer.

Red, the younger brother, slowly turned his head, a meaningful smile spreading across his face.

"you guess."

Turing did not speak again.

His right forepaw plunged into his own chest!

The claws pierced through the tortoise shell, through the muscles, and through the bony plates of the ribcage.

Grayish-green fluid gushed from the wound, emitting white vapor in the cold air.

His four eyes turned pure dark red at the same moment, the pupils disappeared, leaving only two pairs of burning blood-red orbs.

Burning fire source blood.

Turing's aura surged dramatically in that instant.

A crack appeared in the burning flames at the limit of the fourth-order mature body, but it was forcibly suppressed in less than a second.

Instead of attempting to reach the fifth rank, he channeled all the energy he had burned into his limbs.

What he needs is speed.

"Are you crazy!" Renault sprang up from the ground, his four dark gold eyes showing genuine shock for the first time.

"You're giving up the chance to break through to the fifth rank by burning your Fire Source Blood? Just for an uncertain guess?"

Turing did not answer.

His figure had vanished from the spot, leaving only a dark red afterimage and a trail of steaming bloody footprints on the ground.

Renault wanted to chase,

But he couldn't catch up. The speed gained from burning fire and blood was much faster than his.

Red lowered his head, a hint of annoyance flashing in his dark golden eyes.

"Brother, we miscalculated. This old bastard didn't even know what he was trying to steal, yet he still fought desperately."

Renault paused for two seconds, then made a decision against his instincts.

"Chase him," he said. "Catch up with him and talk to him."

Red's eyes widened. "Brother?"

"We'll have to split it equally."

Outside the safe zone barrier, Ying stood on the ice rock at the exit of the underground river, looking up at the dark red smoke that was slowly spreading overhead.

Her face looked terrible.

She recognized the smoke signals used to mark prey.

Back when Gertu was still alive, she went to the main city once and saw other ranchers using this thing to demarcate temporary pastures at the city gate.

Once the smoke signals have fully formed, the area marked by the smoke will be automatically designated as the temporary pasture of the designated area by the rules of the main city.

Other ranchers are not allowed to interfere or plunder; otherwise, they will be punished by the main city.

Once the beacon fire is lit, no external force can extinguish it.

It will burn for a full five hours, until the smoke completely envelops the entire area.