Apocalypse: I watch a survival game in a safe house

Before he finished speaking, the man in white had already made his move.

The other men in white did not move, but just coldly surrounded the ascetic monk.

The one who took action was the long-haired woman who looked like the leader.

The long-haired woman's face was quickly covered with ice and snow, and her body appeared in layers of crystallization, which were the purest ice crystals.

Her hair, torso, and limbs all turned into solid ice. Her hair was as thin as iron wire, and long ice blades extended from her arms. The thick ice crystals all over her body condensed into armor.

She swung her fists towards the man with all her might, and the next moment, a terrifying snowstorm emerged behind her, and ice spikes attacked the young monk like sharp blades.

The ice and snow storm, like an avalanche, carried the momentum to destroy almost everything in sight.

This move made Zhang Yi squint his eyes.

"At least 9600 points... or 9700?"

In real fights between strangers, as long as they are not sparring or testing, all their attacks are killing moves, so the approximate range of their strength can be judged at a glance.

This long-haired woman has ice and snow ability, but her strength is far beyond that of Fatty Xu.

The young monk had disheveled hair and his true appearance could not be seen clearly.

He stood there with his hands clasped together as the horrific blizzard whipped up a strong wind that also blew his messy long hair away from his face.

Even at this time, he still had a smile on his face, but this smiling face with his head down was filled with a hint of pity for all living beings.

"Why bother?"

He whispered, but his body did not move at all.

The raging snowstorm came to him in an instant like a collapsing snow mountain, and an endless ice and snow storm poured down on him.

But he was like a stubborn rock in a flood, standing in the snow with his hands clasped together, not moving at all despite the pressure of the flood.

The sharp ice spikes scratched his naked chest and cheeks, but shattered directly like snowflakes, without leaving even a scratch.

When she saw the young monk's face clearly, the long-haired woman's expression suddenly changed!

"Jueguo, it's you!"

Jueguo raised his head and looked at the long-haired woman in front of him. The long-haired woman did not hesitate at all. Although there was a complex look in her eyes, she still shouted and rushed towards Jueguo!

Her entire body was covered in solid ice and snow, enveloped by a fierce blizzard, and any part of her body could become a deadly weapon.

With such a powerful momentum, he crashed into Jueguo like a mountain falling down!

Jueguo's sigh echoed across the snowfield like the Buddha's lament.

At this moment, even Zhang Yi and his companions, who were thousands of meters away, could clearly hear the sigh.

Jueguo suddenly raised his right hand, and a golden light suddenly burst out from his body.

He raised his right hand, and behind him it was as if a Buddha stretched out his arm from the void, with a swastika symbol on his palm pressing down towards the long-haired woman.

The endless blizzard she carried, when it met the golden palm, was like March snow meeting the scorching sun, and it melted away instantly.

"puff!"

With just one move, the long-haired woman was pinned to the ground by the golden palm.

And a dark light flashed in Zhang Yi's eyes.

"Ypsilon!"

"I knew this guy was no ordinary person, but I didn't expect to meet the Burial Master of the Snowy Plateau here!"

Zhang Yi knew of only one Ipsilon master in the Southwest Region, and that was the charnel ground master who was said to be blessed and regarded as a reincarnated Buddha by the Tantric Buddhism.

Zhang Yi stared at him from a distance, muttering, "I didn't expect to run into this tough guy so soon!"

The young ascetic monk was about twenty years old, with a childish look on his face and clear eyes, as pure as a child who had not experienced much of the world.

But when he attacked, he brought with him a powerful oppressive force, directly suppressing the long-haired woman.