Improved ice arrow
"Die! All of you!"
He Yiming's voice was like thunder, shaking the battlefield. His fist, wrapped in the power of Colored Arm, struck like a divine hammer
Boom!
A Sea Race warrior's head exploded into mist.
But the enemy did not cower.
"Use Water Control Technique!" the Murloc leader roared.
The remaining Sea Race warriors immediately fell back, opening their mouths wide.
Whoosh!
A torrential flood erupted from their throats.
"Hold the grass! They're blocking our escape with water?!" Wang Lufei shouted in disbelief.
The players' eyes widened.
"Wait, isn't this just like Naruto's Water Release Jutsu?"
"No wonder we died so many times. How are we supposed to escape when the entire battlefield turns into an ocean?!"
The water surged forward, waves colliding and intertwining, forming a massive current that threatened to sweep He Yiming away.
But he remained still.
His expression did not change.
"Azure Emperor Immortal Body."
A soft whisper.
Then—
Boom!
Cyan light burst from his body.
He Yiming's figure transformed, his entire form resembling a towering, immovable tree. His legs, like roots, dug deep into the ground, fusing with the earth itself.
The raging water struck him head-on—
And did absolutely nothing.
His body didn't budge.
Not even an inch.
The Sea Race warriors froze.
"W-What?"
Their strongest Water Control Technique, executed at full power, should have swept this human away like driftwood in a storm.
Instead, he stood like an unshakable mountain.
This was impossible.
This was a unwinnable battle.
"Run!!!"
The Murloc leader's voice cracked with panic.
Escape. That was their only option.
No matter how strong He Yiming was, he was only one person. If even a single Murloc escaped, they could alert the true elites of the Sea Race.
And when those reinforcements arrived their victory would be certain.
But before they could take more than a few steps.
He Yiming raised his hands.
Frost gathered at his fingertips.
His eyes flashed coldly.
"Frost Arrow."
Ten ice-forged arrows materialized, each as thick as an arm, radiating lethal chill.
"Hold the grass!!! He copied my Frost Arrow?!" First Ice Man screamed.
The players were dumbfounded.
First Ice Man had painstakingly developed his own version of Frost Arrow—one arrow at a time, each no bigger than a palm.
Yet He Yiming had casually conjured ten at once, each arrow not only thicker but also longer and deadlier.
"Go."
He Yiming flicked his wrist.
The Frost Arrows shot forward like meteors.
Boom!
A Sea Race warrior screamed as his leg was instantly encased in ice, freezing into a massive block.
Boom!
Another fell, his limbs turning into frozen statues.
The leader suffered the worst of them.
Four arrows pierced his legs, encasing him in ice from the waist down.
He collapsed, unable to move.
The last glimmer of hope in his eyes shattered.
"You think you can run?"
He Yiming's voice was calm, but his killing intent was suffocating.
"None of you are leaving."
One by one, the Sea Race warriors fell.
No matter how much they struggled.
No matter how desperately they fought.
They all died.
And then, only the leader remained.
The Murloc captain lay on the ground, his body broken and bleeding, but his expression was not one of fear.
Instead—
He grinned.
A cruel, sinister grin.
"Humans…" He spat blood, his voice weak but triumphant.
"What does killing me change?"
He coughed, then laughed.
"I'm just a scout. A nobody."
His eyes locked onto He Yiming's.
"But soon… the next time it rains, my people will come."
He grinned wider, his sharp teeth glinting.
"The Foundation Establishment warriors of the Sea Race will arrive."
"You and your little disciples will be slaughtered like pigs."
"And then? We will feast upon your corpses."
He Yiming's eyes darkened.
Foundation Establishment Realm.
A true dividing line in the cultivation world.
Body Forging Realm was still considered mortal.
Spiritual Vein Realm was the first step into true cultivation.
But Foundation Establishment…
A Foundation Establishment cultivator could single-handedly dominate a region.
They could establish a sect.
Command vast forces.
They could fly.
They could wield the power of heaven and earth itself.
And if a Foundation Establishment expert of the Sea Race arrived.
The Water Control Technique would no longer be a simple flood.
It would be a calamity.
Even if He Yiming survived, his players wouldn't stand a chance.
It would be an absolute massacre.
He looked up.
A single raindrop fell from the sky.
Then another.
And another.
The clouds rumbled ominously.
His expression turned grim.
"It's raining."
The Sea Race grew stronger in the rain.
What was already a disaster was about to become a nightmare.
The Murloc leader chuckled.
"You're too late."
He Yiming stepped forward
Boom!
His foot came down.
The Murloc's head burst like a rotten fruit.
Silence.
Only the sound of raindrops falling remained.
He Yiming stared at the darkening sky, his heart heavy.
"What do I do?"
Calling for help?
Would Haotian Academy come?
Even if they did, what about next time?
And the time after that?
The Sea Race never stopped.
Their attacks came in tides,relentless, never-ending.
They would never stop until everything was drowned beneath the waves.
He Yiming clenched his fists as the crystal rain drops fell harder.