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

"Help! Quickly!"

"Over there! There are still wounded people stuck in the ice crevasse!"

"Gyarados! Wrap your tail around that ice floe! Don't let it crash into it!"

The trainers' various shouts sounded particularly hoarse amidst the roar of the ice shattering and their desperate cries for help.

The entire South China Sea battlefield instantly transformed into a hellish, icy graveyard. Huge blocks of ice jagged and crushed each other, while the frigid seawater swallowed the falling figures.

Trainers mobilized all available Pokémon: Flying-types darted to rescue people, Water-types dived into the icy sea to search, and Ice-types and Rock-types desperately created relatively stable footholds amidst the chaos.

Despite his unease, Zhang Heng commanded the Wave-like Water from Charizard's back. Under his guidance, the Wave-like Water displayed amazing water control abilities.

A massive waterspout swept up more than a dozen soldiers and medical personnel who had fallen into the water and steadily tossed them onto a makeshift ice platform that Du Ling Shuang had frozen with Ice Eevee.

The fire-breathing dragon growled, its scorching breath not an attack, but rather a careful melting of the sharp ice shards stuck in the wounded.

However, Zhang Heng's heart felt as if it were immersed in eternal ice. His father was trapped on the East China battlefield, Duan Guanjun's fate was unknown, and the sinister words of Lisi Valley gnawed at his reason like venomous snakes.

His clenched fists trembled slightly, his fingernails already piercing his palms, and bright red blood dripped from between his fingers onto the scorching red scales of the fire-breathing dragon, making a faint but piercing "hissing" sound, and quickly evaporated into wisps of red mist with a rusty smell.

at this time--

"W-W-W-!"

Piercing through the chaos and snow was the deep, resonant sound of a steam whistle! The sound grew louder as it approached, carrying a reassuring and powerful force.

Everyone's attention was instantly drawn to the source of the sound.

On the horizon shrouded in icy mist, several steel behemoths broke through the waves!

Bright flags fluttered in the wind on the dark gray hull. The bow cleaved through the ice floes, and figures thronged the deck. The massive beams of searchlights, like sharp swords, pierced through the chaotic ice fog, sweeping across this battlefield of disaster.

"It's our fleet!"

"Support has arrived! Quick! Guide them over here!"

"Medical team! Prepare to receive the wounded!"

A shot of adrenaline was suddenly injected into the atmosphere of despair. Chinese warships, representing the support of national power, had finally arrived at this ravaged sea!

The warship quickly approached the collapsed ice edge and lowered a huge basket, inflatable boat, and gangway. The well-trained Chinese rescue team, braving the risk of being struck by floating ice, began efficiently receiving the wounded.

Although in this world where Pokémon power is dominant, the direct combat power of warships is far inferior to that of champion trainers or legendary Pokémon, they are the most solid support and mobile fortresses at this moment!

The spacious cabins were immediately converted into a makeshift hospital, and the ship's medics and medical Pokémon (such as Chansey and Almostbear) began to race against time to treat the seriously wounded.

Large hoisting equipment then lifted the seriously injured, who were trapped on huge ice floes and unable to move, onto the deck along with stretchers.

"Quick! Get Duan Guanjun up there! Be careful!" Old Master Zhang's voice trembled as he directed Fatty and several strong sailors to carefully transfer Duan Guanjun, who was covered in eerie deep blue frost and whose breath was as faint as a candle in the wind, to a destroyer with the best medical facilities.

Every second was a matter of life and death for this legendary champion.

Zhang Heng also directed the fire-breathing dragon and the surging water to send the wounded soldiers he had rescued nearby to the gangway of a frigate.

He watched as the wounded were quickly carried away by the sailors, but his eyes remained empty, and anxiety burned like a tangible flame in his chest.

A cold hand gently pressed down on his tightly clenched, blood-dripping fist.

Zhang Heng turned his head sharply. It was Du Ling Shuang. The Northeast champion's face was still ashen, showing fatigue and chill after the battle, but her gaze towards Zhang Heng carried a hint of barely perceptible gentleness.

"Kid, don't look like the sky is falling." Du Ling Shuang's voice wasn't loud, but it clearly reached Zhang Heng's ears, carrying a coldness and determination unique to the North. "I traveled south from Ice City, and when I passed through the capital, the Supreme Command synchronized the intelligence from all the major war zones."

She paused, looking directly into Zhang Heng's worried eyes: "Your father, Zhang Leiyuan, is doing very well in East China!"

Zhang Heng's pupils contracted slightly.

Du Ling Shuang continued, her tone even carrying a hint of admiration: "The latest battle report shows that while we were fighting fiercely on our side, your father single-handedly pushed China's defenses forward by a full three kilometers! The Japanese champions were forced into retreat, and the Korean champions' prized Garchomp was even severely injured and captured alive by your father!"

"Now, on the entire East China Sea battlefield, he is like a fierce tiger descending from the mountain. None of those clowns can withstand his might! The rats of the Creation Temple have not dared to show their faces directly in front of him for the time being!"

This news struck like a thunderbolt, instantly dispelling some of the gloom in Zhang Heng's heart.

His father's powerful image became vivid in his mind once more. Three kilometers! Capturing a Garchomp alive! Fighting against multiple opponents single-handedly! These words eased his tense nerves slightly. (I forgot, you can go back to chapter 437.)

At this moment, Tang Jingchuan also finished dealing with a dangerous situation and rode his Gyarados closer, where he heard Du Ling Shuang's words.

He wiped the seawater and ice crystals from his face and continued, "Du Guanjun is right! Moreover, the latest news is that Li Xingeng, the champion of the Central China region, has rushed to the aid of East China at full speed! With him there, your father's side is even more impregnable! The Creation God Temple and those petty villains can't cause any trouble!"

The words of the two champions were like warm spring water, trying to soothe Zhang Heng's heart, which was tormented by both ice and fire.

They told him that his father was not alone and was actually achieving great success, and that strong reinforcements had arrived.

Looking at the two seniors' concerned and determined eyes, Zhang Heng's lips moved as if he wanted to say something, but in the end he just nodded vigorously.

He knew they were trying their best to reassure him and didn't want him to become distracted or even lose control during the rescue due to excessive worry.

However, that heavy worry did not completely dissipate.

No matter how strong a father is, he is still made of flesh and blood.

Advancing three kilometers and capturing Garchomp alive... What kind of bloody battle lies behind this? How much stamina and Pokémon's life energy must have been consumed?

The Temple of Creation... Will those mysterious, unpredictable madmen with divine beasts really remain hidden in the shadows forever? Will Champion Li Xingeng's support arrive in time?

These thoughts are like maggots clinging to the bone, impossible to dispel.

He lowered his head, his gaze falling once more on his clenched fist. The wound on his palm had been torn open even wider by the force he had exerted during the rescue.

The blood was no longer dripping, but flowing slowly and continuously down his tightly clenched knuckles, staining the cuffs of his wrists red.

The blinding red color appeared particularly eerie under the beams of the warship's searchlights and the reflection of the surrounding ice crystals.

It silently tells of the boy's unspeakable fear and anger, as well as his deepest, inexpressible worry for his father.

He bit his lower lip so hard it almost bled, his eyes fixed on the direction of East China, as if trying to pierce through the thousands of miles of space to confirm his father's safety with his own eyes.

The warship's horn sounded again, and more wounded were transferred aboard. The chaotic rescue operation in the icy sea continued, but with the support of the massive steel vessel, order was being painstakingly restored!

"What can we do?! What can we do?!"

Zhang Heng couldn't help but shout in his heart, wishing he could be right next to his father right now. Although he was not yet capable of directly participating in battles between champion-level trainers, the Dragon Plate and Ripple could still help in some way.

"That's it! Space jump! Space jump! Doronchi!"

As if hearing Zhang Heng's call, Duolongqi peeked out from the shadows beneath him and uttered a questioning sound.

"Well?!"

Zhang Heng looked at Duolongqi with a serious and urgent expression and said, "Can you still tear through space? Can you still take me through time? Quick! Tell me!"

Upon hearing Zhang Heng's eager question, Duolongqi was about to shake his head, but meeting his anxious gaze, he couldn't help but nod...