185: Chapter 185 Don't touch my hair!

Xie Feng stood at the edge of the grayish-green swamp, and after hearing the coordinates reported by Aivage, he raised his right hand and spread his five fingers.

A Spacetime Gate was cleanly ripped open in the air.

There was no flickering or deviation at the edges of the door frame, and the entire silvery-white mirror surface was as steady as millennial ice embedded in the Void Realm.

On the other side of the gate was the depths of the glacier infested by the White Worm, and the cold wind wrapped in ice particles howled out from the edge of the mirror surface, blowing dense ripples across the surface of the grayish-green solution on Xie Feng's lower body.

Aivage stood at the edge of the swamp, looking at the nearly perfect and stable Spacetime Gate, and shifted the leather backpack on his shoulder.

"You can conjure a Spacetime Gate of this Rank just like that. I've browsed quite a few teleportation Spell Incomplete Manuals at the Old Capital Magic Association before; the archmages currently living in the entire Hyperborean Continent who can open a portal with this kind of stability can be counted on one hand. Where on earth did you learn this from?"

Xie Feng tilted his head and faced him with his empty eye sockets, his three shattered eyeballs turning toward Aivage's direction simultaneously: "I don't know, I just know how to open it."

Xu Liujing squatted at the edge of the swamp, still pinching a Seal talisman stone half-dissolved by the grayish-green solution in his hand.

"I won't go with you guys. Your Highness still needs someone to look after him over there, Han Zheng and the others are still waiting in the New Capital, and there are quite a few wounded in the Seal squad. Remember to come back and pick us up after you finish fighting."

He stuffed the talisman stone fragments into his bosom and added another sentence, "Brother Xie, once your brain is better, remember to make up an improved plan for the Seal array for me. You said you would help me modify it last time in the imperial city, and how long has this been dragged out."

This was a lie, but taking advantage of Xie Feng's amnesia, Xu Liujing felt that he should grab as much as he could.

Making a trip here was truly suffering a great ordeal, so asking for a little compensation wasn't too much.

Xie Feng tilted his head blankly, obviously completely not remembering any improved plans.

Xu Liujing smiled and turned to walk in the direction of the New Capital.

He knew he couldn't help, so he prepared to go back first to notify Zhou Jinglan of the New Capital and let this wise prince make the decision.

Kengaxin Zaun stood at the edge of the swamp, his half-breed body that had already returned to human form appearing tall.

He walked up to Xie Feng.

"You helped me. I owe you one. I can scout the path for you guys."

Xie Feng looked at him and nodded.

"Thank you."

Lu Mingyuan stood aside and watched Kengasing for a moment, then also nodded.

Tu Ziguan turned his head and jerked his chin at Aivage and Kengasing.

"Bro, you look a bit like you're from Master Huo's side. More friends mean more paths, let's go. If this door deviates again later, who knows where we'll fly off to."

Kengasing obviously had never encountered someone so overly familiar and yet not discriminating against half-breeds, and was left dazed by those words.

By the time he reacted, there was already a baked sesame flatbread extra in his hand.

"My buddy doesn't eat this, don't waste it, give it a try."

Tu Ziguan followed Xie Feng into the Spacetime Gate.

Aivage stepped in closely behind, still muttering in his mouth: "What on earth does 'at least this timeline is viable' even mean?"

Kengasing took a bite of the baked sesame flatbread with a blank face, and then walked inside.

It's actually quite delicious?

Deep in the glacier on the other side of the gate, the lair of The Chilling Ones had long been fully prepared.

Dozens of pale wizards arrayed themselves on the high platforms on both sides of the glacier crevasse, and the grayish-white magic halo spread layer upon layer across the ice walls.

Several wizards pressed over from the depths of the glacier.

Those were former archmages of the Hyperborean Continent transformed into The Chilling Ones by the White Worm, having long lost human emotions, leaving only ancient magic forcibly infused by the Lord of Immortality.

The news that Duni and Uks Lodhan were tied to the permafrost pillars of the Ivory Throne by Xie Feng had already been transmitted back to the glacier via magic among The Chilling Ones, and they knew intruders were coming.

They had made foolproof preparations.

Rune traps on the ice walls, ambush forces on both sides of the crevasse, and several magic suppression barriers.

They were waiting for an archmage of the Hyperborean Continent worthy of meeting with full force.

Or waiting for a fully armed Juzhou Expeditionary Team.

As a result, the Spacetime Gate unfolded right in the center of the glacier.

The first one to step out of the door was not any enemy matching the expectations of The Chilling Ones.

That was a half-melted protoplasm continuously dripping grayish-green slime downward.

This pool of solution quietly slid down from the edge of the Spacetime Gate, landing on the surface of the glacier; the moment the ice layer touched the edge of the solution, it began to dissolve silently, emitting an ominous sizzle.

The solution extended upward, connecting to a human's upper body.

All the pale wizards who saw this figure instantly received a mental shock.

"Ah!!!"

Before the Spell could even be cast, the casters caused the Spells to go out of control due to madness symptoms.

"Strange? Why do you guys go mad every time you see him in different states, while the few of us are fine?"

Tu Ziguan, a high-resistance native human of the Cthulhu world, said this.

"These people don't seem to welcome us very much?"

Lu Mingyuan, a mythological creature of the Great Race of Yith, spoke up.

"Strange, indeed. I didn't receive any mental shock either."

Aivage, with the Faceless Lion standing behind him, also expressed incomprehension as to why they went crazy while he didn't.

"Fragile, that's all."

The demigod Kengasing followed closely behind, his half-breed body that had returned to human form standing in the glacier's cold wind; the single eye on his abdomen slowly opened, and the cup-shaped giant mouth on his shoulder also began to expand slightly.

On the high platform, a pale senior archmage still maintained the posture of releasing a rune trap, suspended mid-air, looking down at the grayish-green solution silently spreading and constantly dissolving the ice layer right in the center of the glacier.

Then he looked at the human above that solution with a tattered veil, hollow eye sockets, and a miniature sun suspended in his chest.

An indistinct groan inconsistent with the identity of The Chilling Ones was squeezed out of his throat: "What the hell are these things?"

Deep in the glacier crevasse, the ancient will of the White Worm fluctuated unhappily at this moment.

This glacier had never hosted such a group of visitors.

The visitors stood right in the center of the glacier, and the floor beneath their feet was still constantly dissolving.

Xie Feng turned his three shattered eyeballs toward that archmage simultaneously, opened his mouth, and matter-of-factly replied with a sentence that made people break down:

"I... don't know. Since we're already here."

Then he began to move forward slowly.

"I don't want to kill all of you; where is the White Worm, just have It restore my memory."

One of The Chilling Ones immediately cast a Spell, and a fireball blasted onto Xie Feng's face.

"You actually want to command the Lord of Immortality? Audacious!"

As the smoke and dust cleared, Xie Feng, whose a wisp of hair had been burned off, felt a nameless anger rise from his heart.

"I don't know why, but I hate others burning my hair!"

Tu Ziguan almost couldn't hold it together.

Then Xie Feng flew up with a swoosh, landed in front of the wizard, grabbed his head, and shoved him directly into the sun at the center of his chest.

Accompanied by wails and the sizzling sound of roasting meat, when he was pulled out, the hair on the wizard's head had already vanished, and his entire head had been roasted into black charcoal.