Chapter 1323: Human Chef

A tall, lean member of the resistance army was a beast-type ability user. After transforming, he became a three-meter-tall, snow-white ancient ape with arms that hung past its knees.

With a single leap, he could soar hundreds of meters high, easily bypassing the defenses and landing before the sky burial platform.

Gazing at the demon who had departed so calmly, that detestable fellow nicknamed "The Human Butcher," the ancient ape extended sharp claw-blades from its hands. Like a whirlwind, it charged behind Luodan and slashed down with a powerful swipe of its claws!

A cold, sharp glint flashed in Luodan's calm eyes.

His right hand had already drawn a sharp knife, and he swiftly turned and slashed backward.

He dodged the giant ape's claw and, as if throwing himself into its embrace, rapidly closed the distance toward its body.

In the blink of an eye, he had already slipped past the giant ape's armpit to its back.

White knife-light wove a dense, intricate net in the air, enveloping the giant ape's body.

The next moment, its massive form disintegrated into thousands of scattered meat chunks, clattering and splattering all over the ground.

"Dismembering an ox like Paoding, the butcher's knife moves with the spirit. In my lifetime, I have dissected thousands of people. I can see the structure of the human body even with my eyes closed. I know best where the easiest places to cut are," Luodan said flatly.

"Don't underestimate chefs. We also make a living with knives."

This was one of his abilities, "Dismembering an Ox Like Paoding." It allowed him to locate the most vulnerable points on an opponent's body and then cleave them apart.

That ancient ape superhuman had mistaken him for a powerless cook and paid the price with his life.

After killing one person, Luodan did not continue participating in the battle but turned and walked away.

He was a chef. He had little interest in killing beyond his culinary duties.

Watching "The Human Butcher" walk away, the resistance fighters here could do nothing about it.

Bullets crisscrossed in the air like a giant net. Someone even brought out a rocket launcher. These weapons still possessed formidable lethality against lower-level superhumans.

The resistance fighters rushed to their captured comrades, trying to take them and leave.

But at the moment, they were only able to slip through because of the chaos among the private soldiers of the Four Great Families and Sangha Monastery.

Once time dragged on and the enemy got organized, they would undoubtedly die.

And trying to take away over twenty comrades who had almost no mobility increased the difficulty many times over.

A disheveled, grimy resistance fighter said to the comrades who had come to rescue him, "Forget about us! Bring Bamo back. Her survival is more important than ours."

Bamo, the number two figure in the resistance army, was also the primary reason for this assault on the Prayer Festival.

Time was critical. Everyone knew this was not the moment for sentimental hesitation.

"Take care on your journey!"

Without excessive words, they handed weapons to their immobile comrades and then rushed together to rescue Bamo.

The faces of those resistance fighters who had chosen to give up their chance of survival showed no fear.

In this terrifying world after the apocalypse, death might not necessarily be a form of suffering but rather a form of release.

Some chose to drag one last enemy down with them. Others, who truly couldn't move anymore, ended their own lives.

Dying like this was far better than being subjected alive to a sky burial ceremony.

Over at Bamo's location, several of the stronger superhumans from the resistance army had already reached her side.

A girl with a thick, long braid walked up to her, rolled up her sleeve, and offered her snow-white arm.

"Sister Bamo, go ahead!"

Bamo glanced at her and, without hesitation, bit down!

Blood immediately spurted out. Bamo sucked on the girl's blood. Gradually, the color returned to her face.

Meanwhile, the girl's complexion became somewhat pale.

Bamo stopped sucking. "That's enough!"

The girl stubbornly continued holding out her arm. "A bit more! Your strength isn't fully recovered yet. I prepared for a long time before coming to rescue you!"

"No, it's enough. Any more, and you'll die," Bamo said, her cold gaze sweeping the surroundings before finally settling on the furious figure of the Sangha Monastery Khenpo, Yasha Langtai Deji, looking down at them from the distant high platform!

Ignoring the girl's opinion, Bamo pushed her arm away.

"Jue Guo isn't here. The current Sangha Monastery can't stop me."

Bamo was a powerful superhuman with a superhuman ability index as high as 9,800 points. Across the entire Snowy Plateau Region, her strength ranked within the top ten.

In the past, she wouldn't have dared to be so arrogant.

But now, after the internal strife and consumption among the Four Great Families and Sangha Monastery, a large number of their top-tier superhumans had died.

Currently, looking at Sangha Monastery, several of the most elite Dharma-protecting Vajras had died at the hands of Zhang Yi and Liang Yue. Few could stop Bamo now.

Deji's face was dark and ugly.

Although the deaths of his several major Dharma-protecting Vajras pained him, he hadn't considered them overly crucial before.

The Snowy Plateau Region was not lacking in geniuses. Delta-level experts could always be recreated through resource accumulation and drug catalysis.

With the Lord of the Charnel Ground holding the fort at Sangha Monastery, he feared nothing.

However, this also led to the current awkward situation.

The fact that the other three great families showed no intention of intervening made Deji's expression even more terrifyingly dark.

"Gesang! Have those guests by your side take action!" Deji looked at Pagyi Gesang.

Pagyi Gesang sighed. "Khenpo, these are people I invited to protect my safety. If you want them to do something, that's a different price."

Deji was so angry his eyes bulged.

While the two were still arguing, Bamo raised both hands. A white, frigid air began to surge from her arms.

Simultaneously, the surrounding air began to slowly rotate, speeding up from slow to fast, forming a terrifying cold current around her body!

Ice and snow-type superhumans possessed a natural advantage in the Ice Age, as nature itself was their stage everywhere.

Bamo pressed both hands against the ground. A raging snowstorm, centered on her and the few resistance fighters, rapidly invaded the surroundings!

"Boom!" "Boom!" "Boom!" "Boom!" "Boom!"

Pillars of solid ice shot up from the earth, forming massive clusters of ice lotuses—beautiful, dazzling, yet razor-sharp—rapidly piercing through the bodies of over a dozen private soldiers and monk soldiers nearby.

These ice flowers were everywhere, emerging from the ground, from pillars, even condensing directly in the air, killing and wounding many enemies.

The powerful cold current transformed into a raging storm, sweeping up the snowflakes on the ground, instantly throwing the entire venue into chaos and confusion.

"Let's go!" Bamo said to her few companions.

She led the group, not looking back as they fled toward the exit of the venue.

Even now, the three great families still showed no intention of sending anyone to pursue.

The Pagyi Family was at odds with Deji, naturally unwilling to exert effort.

As for the Lhamin Family and the Xia Zha Family, after helping Deji attack the Pagyi Family last time, they had exerted great effort, lost capable officers, and gained no benefits whatsoever, leaving them resentful.

Author's Note