239: Chapter 240 Tasha Lin was stunned.

Inside the massive iceberg that Lin Muyang and the young ladies had just left, an unexpected space had been carved out.

The thick layer of ice had been skillfully hollowed out to form a highly concealed ice chamber about the size of a basketball court.

The inner walls of the ice chamber were smooth and emitted a faint blue light; the temperature was far colder than outside, but it didn't seem to bother the six people inside.

Six figures dressed in pitch-black, tight-fitting night-traveler outfits, with their heads and faces completely obscured by masks made of special materials, were gathered in the center of the ice chamber.

From their silhouettes, one could vaguely distinguish four men and two women.

In front of them, on the mirror-like ice wall, a clear image of light and shadow was emerging, displaying the real-time scene of the Bear Country camp several kilometers away—dark green toxic mist permeated the area, silent and deathly, with corpses strewn everywhere.

"The plan is progressing smoothly, and the toxic mist has covered the entire camp. Preliminary statistics confirm that over thirty geniuses from various countries have been killed, including several highly potential S-rank seeds."

A male figure in black with a low, raspy voice spoke, his voice echoing in the ice chamber with a hint of cold satisfaction.

"Very good. With so many geniuses falling here, their countries will never let this matter rest. And Lin Muyang, the only suspect present who possesses sufficient strength and motive, will become the target of public criticism."

Another female figure in black, with a slightly shrill voice, chimed in, her tone laced with schadenfreude.

"More than just a suspect?" a third voice, a slightly effeminate male voice, rang out. "When anger and losses reach a certain level, who still needs concrete evidence? Once the seed of suspicion is planted, it will take root and sprout. By then, no matter how Lin Muyang tries to defend himself, he will become a thorn in the side of these countries, and even many forces across the globe."

"Hmph, an Oriental who rose suddenly, acts lawlessly, and is suspected of controlling some secret to mass-produce top-tier combat power... has long made many people lose sleep. This incident is merely the perfect excuse for them to unite."

The raspy male voice from earlier sneered. "The budding signs of a dictator, an uncontrollable threat—once these labels are slapped on, there will naturally be plenty of people willing to believe it, and they will be eager to nip him in the bud before he can grow."

"Indeed," a fourth voice, a somewhat rough male voice, said in a muffled tone. "Blue Star will never allow a dictator who stands above all rules to emerge. What we need is balance, the checks and balances between various forces, not a monster capable of overturning the chessboard single-handedly. Lin Muyang is that monster."

"By gathering the power of the entire globe, can we not deal with one Lin Muyang and those women under his command?" the second female voice said with disdain. "No matter how strong he is, he has limits. Our action this time is to force those limits out, to let everyone see that he is not invincible, but a scourge that must be eliminated!"

"When those poisoned experts wake up, discover their countries' talented juniors have died tragically, the camp has been destroyed, and Lin Muyang happens to emerge from the secret realm... by then, hehe."

The effeminate male voice emitted a low chuckle, as if he had already envisioned the scene where Lin Muyang is condemned by everyone and becomes the enemy of the world.

"A dictator?" Through the vision of the Nether Eye shared by Gui Wanwan, Lin Muyang, who heard the conversation in the ice chamber clearly, couldn't help but laugh and cry at the same time.

He touched his nose, feeling it was all rather absurd.

He asked himself, since he changed his class, everything he had done had the core goal of improving his own strength and that of those around him, exploring deeper secrets, and incidentally resolving some threats to his safety, like certain blind individuals.

Monopolizing high-end secret realm resources? Those secret realms were just sitting there; others couldn't clear them, and the monsters inside might run out and cause trouble. He cleared them, the resources became his, and it improved his overall combat power and that of the young ladies. Was there a problem with that?

When had he ever thought about being some dictator, ruling over anyone, or oppressing anyone? It was simply nonsense.

"Absurd." Lin Muyang shook his head, his eyes turning cold. "What's even more absurd is that these guys, who keep shouting about preventing dictatorship and maintaining balance, are themselves using the most despicable and bloody means to slaughter the younger generation of geniuses from various countries.

These geniuses should have been the backbone to resist the Abyss invasion and protect the world. Isn't their behavior far more damaging to Blue Star's overall strength and a greater threat to the future than me, this so-called potential dictator? Truly, they are hypocritical to the extreme."

He hesitated no longer. With a thought, the power of space instantly enveloped him and the young ladies around him.

In the next second, their figures disappeared from the spot, and almost at the same time, they appeared directly above the hollowed-out iceberg.

The biting cold wind howled, whipping up fine snowflakes.

"Space Interruption."

Lin Muyang recited silently in his heart. An invisible, powerful God-Tier Aura quietly unfolded like an inverted bowl, completely enveloping the entire iceberg below and the surrounding area of several hundred meters.

Within the range of this Aura, all means of spatial movement—teleportation, blinking, phase shifting, etc.—would be forcibly prohibited.

This was to prevent the rats hiding in the iceberg from using spatial means to escape.

"Wanwan, Lilia, Alice," Lin Muyang quickly assigned tasks, his voice calm yet carrying undeniable power. "You go to the camp and treat those who are still alive. Especially those experts who are poisoned and unconscious; prioritize stabilizing their injuries and dispelling the toxins. As for those who are already..."

He paused, looking at Gui Wanwan.

Gui Wanwan seemed to understand what he meant. A strange glint flashed in her dark purple eyes, and she nodded gently. "Don't worry, Master. I harvested quite a few materials in the secret realm just now, and I can just test out my newly unlocked abilities."

"Good." Lin Muyang nodded, then looked to the other side. "Elabess, take Daji, Mo Mingxue, and Mo Yingmei, and drag those six rats out of the iceberg for me. I want them alive. It's a good chance for me to see your practical coordination after your recent improvements."

"Yes, Master!" the named young ladies replied in unison, their voices filled with awe-inspiring fighting spirit and a hint of excitement.

Just now in the secret realm, they either hadn't had the chance to go all out or hadn't fought to their heart's content (like the Mo Mingxue sisters), so now, with enemies delivered to their doorstep, it was the perfect time to test their newly acquired powers and equipment.

Succubus Maiden Elabess smiled charmingly, and the pitch-black wings behind her unfolded with a "swish," spreading an Aura filled with temptation and danger.

She licked her red lips. "Don't worry, Master. I guarantee they will follow us back comfortably."

With that, her figure turned into a black-red stream of light, diving towards the iceberg below first.

Daji's body shimmered with elemental light, while the Mo Mingxue and Mo Yingmei sisters followed closely behind, one wreathed in raging flames and the other drawing a crystal ice longbow.

On the other side, Elf Princess Lilia had already raised her priest staff, which radiated a rich Aura of life and holiness, and a soft holy light rippled out from her as the center.

Alice was also ready for battle.

Gui Wanwan nodded slightly at Lin Muyang, her figure fading as if merging into the shadows, and when she reappeared, she was already a hundred meters away, drifting towards the camp.

She didn't head straight there but proceeded to scout and secure the area first.

Lin Muyang himself floated in mid-air, standing with his hands behind his back like a king in control of the entire situation, coldly looking down.

His "God's perspective" had long since locked onto the six people in the ice chamber, while also monitoring the situation at the camp.

At the Bear Country camp, inside Tashalin's tent.

The dark green toxic mist had become so thick it was almost impenetrable; the sweet, fishy, and decaying scent of death was suffocating.

Tashalin curled up in the corner of the tent, her face pale as paper, breathing with difficulty.

The ice-snow fox on her shoulder had long since exhausted its energy and fallen into a deep sleep.

That layer of ice shield was already covered in spiderweb-like cracks, its light dimmed to the extreme, emitting faint "crack-crack" sounds of shattering, clearly on the verge of collapsing completely.

Tashalin could even feel wisps of cold, bone-chilling toxins seeping through the final gaps in the shield, attempting to burrow into her skin.

Despair, like ice water, soaked through her limbs and bones.

She had tried everything she could think of, including having her last few defensive summons form a circle to block it, but it had little effect.

The toxic mist outside seemed endless, and her mana was about to be exhausted.

"Is it ending..." A hint of unwillingness flashed in her golden eyes.

The last thing that appeared in her mind was actually the calm and deep gaze of that Oriental youth.

If... if only she could see him one more time...

Just as the ice shield let out its final wail and was on the verge of shattering completely—

Hum!

A pure, warm white holy light, containing boundless vitality and the power of purification, pierced through the thick tent fabric without warning, descending suddenly like the dawn breaking through the darkness!

Where the holy light passed, the thick, viscous, dark green toxic mist, which seemed to possess life, hissed like snow meeting the scorching sun, rapidly melting, evaporating, and turning into wisps of green smoke that dissipated into the air.

Almost within a breath, the suffocating toxic mist inside the tent was swept away, replaced by refreshing air and a warm Aura of life.

"This is...?" Tashalin opened her eyes wide, almost unable to believe everything she was sensing.

The tremendous surprise of surviving catastrophe made her body tremble slightly.

She couldn't care about her exhausted body, grabbed the equally lethargic ice fox, and scrambled out of the tent.

The scene in the camp made her stand frozen in place instantly.

The dark green toxic mist that had originally shrouded the entire camp, symbolizing death, was now receding at a speed visible to the naked eye.

In the sky, a beautiful Elf Maiden, as if walking out of a legend, was hovering in mid-air.

She held a priest staff flowing with milky white holy light, her long golden hair floating slightly in the holy light, and her stunningly beautiful face was solemn and compassionate.

Countless soft and powerful holy lights spilled from the gem at the tip of her staff, like a rain of light, covering every inch of the camp.

Where the holy light touched, the toxic mist crumbled, and the unnatural gray pallor on the faces of the poisoned and unconscious experts also eased slightly; although they had not yet woken up, their life signs had clearly stabilized significantly.

It was reinforcements! And an extremely powerful Light-type healer!

Tashalin was overjoyed, but immediately following that, a scene that shocked and even terrified her even more occurred.

Just as that Elf Maiden was fully focused on dispelling the toxic mist and treating the wounded, from another direction, a dark and mysterious figure swept across the camp like a ghost.

It was a stunningly beautiful young lady wearing black skirt armor with a cold and quiet temperament.

Where she passed, she didn't cast any healing spells, but the corpses of the geniuses from various countries who had fallen outside the tents and in the snow, who clearly had no breath left and whose bodies were cold and stiff, suddenly showed signs of movement!

The fingers of a blonde-haired, blue-eyed youth's corpse twitched slightly.

Another petite body curled up in a corner seemed to have an extremely weak rise and fall in its chest.

Further away, the corpse of a middle-aged man with a blue-black face emitted a "ho-ho" sound from his throat, like a broken bellows...

Then, that quiet, dark maiden raised her slender palm and gripped the air.

An invisible and intangible strange fluctuation, which made even Tashalin's soul tremble slightly, quietly spread out with her as the center.

The fluctuation swept over those corpses that had just shown signs of movement.

In the next moment, a miracle happened.

Those geniuses who had clearly died suddenly opened their eyes one after another!

Their eyes were initially hollow and confused, then immediately replaced by huge terror and the ecstasy of surviving a disaster.

They began to cough violently, taking deep breaths of the rare fresh air; although their bodies were still weak and their faces still retained traces of being poisoned, they were alive! They had truly been pulled back from the brink of death!

"Resurrection...? How is this possible?!" Tashalin covered her mouth, her golden pupils shrinking to the size of pinpricks due to extreme shock.

Resurrecting the dead—even in the class-change era, this was a miracle that only existed in legends and a few top-tier forbidden spells!

The dark maiden in front of her, who didn't look very old, could actually do it? And it didn't seem to be an isolated case, but reviving multiple people at once!

Just as she was shocked beyond words, the Elf Maiden Lilia in the sky seemed to have some kind of tacit understanding with Gui Wanwan beside her.

The moment those resurrected people opened their eyes and resumed breathing, Lilia waved her staff, and even thicker, purer holy light poured down like a waterfall, accurately covering every person who had just "resurrected."

The holy light merged into their bodies, quickly dispelling the residual toxins, repairing the organs and tissues eroded by the toxins, and replenishing their exhausted vitality.

The complexions of those resurrected people became rosy at a speed visible to the naked eye, their breathing became steady and strong, and the terror in their eyes was gradually replaced by confusion and lingering fear.

Within a short dozen seconds, at least seven or eight geniuses from various countries who had originally been confirmed dead, under the dual effect of Gui Wanwan and Lilia, miraculously stood up!

Although they were still weak and needed support, they had truly escaped death and regained their lives!

Tashalin watched, dumbfounded, her brain almost stopping its thinking.

Everything that happened today completely overturned her cognition.

First, encountering the eerie toxic mist massacre and nearing death, then witnessing the miracles of dispelling the toxic mist, resurrecting the dead, and group healing... All of this exceeded her scope of understanding.

She couldn't help but raise her head, looking towards the further sky.

There, a familiar figure stood in mid-air, with black hair and black eyes, his face calm—it was Lin Muyang.

Beside him, several stunningly beautiful young ladies with different temperaments followed.

And Lin Muyang's gaze didn't seem to linger on the camp side, but was cast towards that inconspicuous iceberg several kilometers away, his eyes cold, as if looking at a few bugs about to be crushed.