A water-type trainer who specializes in dragon-type water.

Kyurem's pale blue vertical pupils, capable of freezing everything, pierced through the chaotic battlefield like two beams of light from a dark, icy prison, firmly nailing themselves to Zhang Heng.

That gaze did not carry murderous intent, but rather a higher-dimensional, ultimate will to eradicate those ants who blaspheme against divine power.

Zhang Heng felt as if the air in his lungs had been sucked out instantly, and his blood had frozen into ice crystals in his blood vessels. Each heartbeat felt like a block of ice being pounded in his chest.

Absolute zero is spreading from the gaze of God, threatening to freeze, shatter, and turn him into nothingness, ice dust, from the level of existence.

"Gudong."

Zhang Heng swallowed hard, his Adam's apple bobbing, but his mouth felt as dry as the sand of the Sahara.

For the first time, he directly experienced the death threat from a first-rate god; the cold tentacles of death coiled around his soul.

At this critical moment!

“Buzz——!!!”

A loud buzzing sound, not from the real world, suddenly exploded from his waist!

The Poké Ball, inlaid with water droplet patterns, seemed to have been thrown into the core of a furnace, instantly bursting out with dazzling white light!

The light was not gentle, but carried a violent water-based power that tore through space, forcefully creating a crack in the deadly chill that enveloped Zhang Heng!

"Roar—Awooo!!!"

The deafening roar was like an ancient sea dragon breaking free from the shackles of the abyss!

The intensely hot white steam, so hot it distorted the view, surged out in a giant ring centered on Zhang Heng!

Wherever the steam passed, the dark blue ice plain beneath their feet, harder than steel, groaned under its weight, and spiderweb-like cracks spread and deepened wildly, instantly melting and creating large puddles of scalding, bubbling water!

At the heart of the steam, a primordial figure from ancient times stands proudly!

The nearly three-and-a-half-meter-long beast-like dragon body was covered with rugged, thick, dark blue scales. Its thick neck connected to its ferocious dragon head, and crimson, lava-like patterns flowed hotly between the scales.

Rippling waters! Its vertical pupils, like molten gold, burned with boiling rage, fixedly locking onto the God of Ice above the icy plains.

At the same time, the Combo Style Martial Arts Master Xiong stepped forward and blocked Zhang Heng's other side!

Master Xiong, a martial arts master of the Combo Style, slammed his fists together in front of his chest with a muffled "thud" that sounded like the beating of a war drum!

Invisible ripples spread instantly, and the surrounding air was churned at high speed. The water energy wrapped around its fists was like a tangible blue water flow, which collided with the raging waves of water vapor!

One is pure white, and the other is deep blue.

Two completely different yet equally powerful water-based energies formed the phantoms of a water dragon and a bear in front of Zhang Heng, roaring alternately and forcefully resisting the divine power of Kyurem that poured down and froze the soul!

"Stop being so arrogant!!!"

A sharp shout, like a thunderbolt cleaving through a desperate situation, tore through the howling wind almost simultaneously!

Duan Guanjun arrived riding a Steel-Armored Raven, braving the frost!

The Holy Swordsman Keldeo held his head high, and the golden light from the single horn on his forehead, a symbol of his resolve, surged, extending into a dazzling blade of will several meters long!

The frozen ice cones, ice pillars, and ice shards along the way, upon touching this golden blade of light, all turned to dust silently!

Tang Guanjun stood firmly on the streamlined, cold insect body of Genosect, also heading towards Zhang Heng!

Du Ling Shuang spurred the Snowstorm Horse, which descended from mid-air with a roar, carrying with it millennia of frost!

Where the ice crystal warhorse's four hooves pounded, a blizzard danced wildly and chaotically, swirling around her and the snowstorm horse, completely shredding the last bit of cold air that had escaped its grasp and was heading towards Zhang Heng!

The three Chinese champions, along with their legendary and incomparably powerful partners, instantly formed an unbreakable triangular formation, protecting Zhang Heng behind them!

Further behind them, the earth trembled with the heavy, suffocating sound of their footsteps.

"Boom~"

The Gigantamax Urshifu, a one-hit-strike style martial artist, is a dark shadow nearly forty meters tall, like a moving mountain, causing the ice field to collapse and crack with every step it takes.

Thick, inky evil energy is rapidly gathering!

Du Ling Shuang raised her finger, pointing directly at Kyurem's massive dragon head. Her voice was icy, and every word was filled with deep-seated hatred.

"Those unarmed Chinese scientific expedition members! Those eyes that could not close in peace until their dying breath! All died because of you!"

"You despicable traitor who betrayed the agreement and slaughtered the innocent, do you even deserve to sit on a divine throne?!" Her question echoed across the icy plains, each word dripping with blood.

Behind Tang Guanjun's Genesis, the crimson cannon barrel instantly charged to its limit, the light from the muzzle as dazzling as a small sun, and his suppressed furious voice reverberated throughout the arena.

"You are a treacherous and cruel killer! Even those ultimate beasts lost in the rifts of time and space understand the reverence for life better than you! You so-called god are nothing but a butcher in a cloak of frost!"

Only Duan Suyue remained silent, as immovable as a mountain. But his silence was not cowardice, but the final suppression before a volcanic eruption!

This pure and powerful aura connected him and Keldeo. The Holy Swordsman's Will Blade was infused with this immense power, and its light suddenly shone brightly, transforming from a brilliant gold to almost incandescent white!

Duan Suyue slowly raised his head. His gaze was no longer solemn as when facing a god, but instead ignited with the fire of battle. His voice was not loud, but it carried a resolute will to split mountains and shatter peaks, clearly imprinted on the eardrums and souls of every survivor:

"Chinese Trainers—Today, we declare war on the gods!!!"

"Roar--!"

Kyurem's enormous, icy blue vertical pupils suddenly contracted into two chilling lines the instant the word "declare war" was uttered!

This time, the speed at which the light of destruction condensed was noticeably slower than when the spatial passage was frozen!

An invisible constraint seemed to be coming from a higher dimension, forcibly suppressing the complete release of its destructive power!

Zhang Heng's pupils suddenly contracted! He keenly caught this almost imperceptible delay, and even more so, he caught the forcibly suppressed violent agitation of Kyurem!

"It's suppressing energy!"

Zhang Heng's voice trembled slightly with excitement and urgency, yet it clearly pierced through the roar of the energy collision.

"Three champions! Although the portal to the Reverse World has been temporarily frozen by Regice, it is weighing whether its ultimate burst of power would overwhelm this world, forcing Giratina to descend! It dares not gamble!"

Du Ling Shuang turned around abruptly, her icy, snow-covered eyes giving Zhang Heng a deep look.

At this critical moment between life and death, the corners of her lips, which were always tightly pressed together like ice lines, actually turned up slightly in an almost imperceptible arc.

In that arc, there was no expectation of strong reinforcements, only a kind of pride, the unyielding spirit of Chinese trainers!

"You must be Zhang Heng. As expected of Zhang Guanjun's son, you can remain calm and analyze the situation even under these circumstances." Her voice came through the howling cold wind, exceptionally clear.

"However... at the beginning of the founding of the nation, the sages of China never relied on any power nor hoped for any assistance to come."

"Our ancestors relied on themselves, on the bond between humans and Pokémon, and on the strong national cohesion of the entire nation!"

Du Ling Shuang's voice suddenly rose, carrying a resolute and soaring power that resounded throughout the entire Ice Prison battlefield:

"The backbone of China has always stood tall! Never bent!"

In an instant, the figures of the three champions standing firm amidst the ice explosions and energy turbulence seemed to overlap with countless blurry yet majestic figures in the annals of history!

Those pioneers who stood firm and refused to retreat an inch during the Pokémon craze!

Those heroes who, under the oppression of the gods, ignited the torch of resistance with their mortal bodies!

Those nameless monuments who, knowing they would die, used their blood and flesh to rebuild a place for survival for future generations in desperate situations!

They never placed their hopes on outside help; their source of strength was always this land beneath their feet, a land soaked in blood and fire, yet also nurturing resilience and hope!

A surge of scalding heat rushed to the top of Zhang Heng's head, dispelling the last trace of fear he felt in the face of the gods.

In his eyes, the backs of the three champions suddenly rose up, like Mount Buzhou supporting the sky, tall, majestic, and unshakable!