Apocalypse: I rescued the big boss with millions of supplies

Witnessing this scene, Fu Muyu felt as if a huge weight had been lifted from his heart, and his tense nerves were relieved for a moment.

His chest heaved violently, a testament to his earlier anxiety and worry. Now, he could finally breathe a sigh of relief, as if the oppressive tension had dissipated considerably with Shi Qing's successful defense.

"Roar!!! Damn it!!!"

The Zombie King, seeing his own forces being suppressed, cursed angrily.

The body that had reverted to human form instantly mutated beyond recognition. Its eye sockets were sunken and glowed with an eerie green light, like will-o'-the-wisps from the depths of hell, making it especially terrifying in the pitch-black night.

Its body was burly, its muscles were bulging, and its skin was rotting, yet its strength was astonishing. At this moment, it was wielding its claws, which were covered in filth and decay, and was rushing towards Fu Muyu, who was standing not far away, with an almost insane speed.

Each strike carried the aura of death and boundless malice, like the scythe of death, drawing chilling trajectories across the night sky.

He let out a low growl, like the howl of a demon, and fiercely pounced on Fu Muyu not far away, with the force of thunder, as if he wanted to tear all life in his way into nothingness.

Faced with this overwhelming offensive, Fu Muyu remained incredibly calm. His gaze was deep and resolute, like a rock that had been tempered by wind and rain, unshaken no matter how fierce the storms and waves crashed against it.

The sharp longsword he gripped tightly in his hand, formed from ice-based supernatural power, was crystal clear and shone with a chilling light, as if it could freeze everything in the world.

At this critical moment, Fu Muyu did not panic. Instead, he cleverly used his time-manipulation ability to wrap it around the ice sword like fine threads.

His mind was as still as water, and he used his time-manipulation ability to a masterful degree, as if he were a master who controlled the axis of time, wrapping the invisible power of time around the ice sword in a meticulous way.

This process is as delicate and precise as embroidery, giving the ice sword not only the power to cut through space and time, but also the ability to freeze all of the zombie king's attacks in an instant, forming an icy domain that no one can break through.

Within this area shrouded in extreme cold, the zombie king's movements, which were originally as swift as the wind and as fierce as a torrent, suddenly slowed down, as if a giant beast had fallen into a swamp of time, unable to break free from its invisible constraints.

Every move it made seemed to be a struggle against the solidified ice, as if it were trying to break through that cold barrier that could almost freeze time.

Fu Muyu's ice-type ability was brought to its fullest potential in this battle. With each wave of his hand, crystal-clear frost power was like countless sharp blades, drawing everything around him into a frozen world.

Whether it was dust in the air, pebbles on the ground, or even level seven or eight zombies that had strayed into the battlefield and were trying to escape the icy confinement, they were all instantly turned into eternal ice sculptures in the face of this powerful and merciless force.

The zombie king's eyes flashed with a mad and desperate light. It roared and tried desperately to control the creatures that had been frozen solid to continue their attack.

However, as the surrounding environment was gradually and completely frozen, the time frozen by the time-manipulating ability made it impossible for it to manipulate the ice.

The power available to the Zombie King is rapidly diminishing. Its movements in the icy realm become slower and more difficult with each passing second, like a drowning giant struggling in an endless frozen lake. Its gradually freezing will and strength are relentlessly stripping it of its once rampant and terrifying rule.

This power, which the zombie king could command, was once its life source, but now it flickers like a candle flame in the cold wind, its energy rapidly diminishing in the harsh icy realm, like grains of sand in an hourglass, irreversibly slipping away.

The Zombie King's body was now staggering in this cold domain, each movement as if it were fighting against an invisible mountain, each second becoming increasingly sluggish and difficult.

Those once swift and awe-inspiring steps have now left only deep and shallow streaks of snow, imbued with despair.

"Roar! Help...help me!" Despite waving his arms with all his might, trying to escape the closing, icy abyss, his body was tightly bound by heavy icy shackles. The more he struggled, the deeper he sank, and his strength gradually dissipated.

"Roar!" In that instant, a thunderous roar suddenly tore through the air, and like a swift black lightning bolt, a strange and powerful figure instantly rushed into the icy domain controlled by Fu Muyu.

This sudden change shook the entire frozen world, as if time itself had stopped for a moment.

In the blink of an eye, the figure froze beside the zombie king, its speed and swiftness astonishing.

When its full appearance was revealed to everyone, a chill ran through them.

It turned out to be a level eight zombie, but it was no ordinary zombie; it possessed an extremely rare and incredibly powerful time-manipulation ability.

Its eyes gleamed with a cold and profound light, clearly indicating that it had heard the zombie king's cry for help and had come to assist.

Fu Muyu watched as Long Yangyang and her mutated plants suppressed the other zombies, while Shi Qing was also entangled by a level nine fire-type zombie and a wind-type zombie.

Just when he thought he had finally pushed the zombie king to his limit, the eerie and troublesome power of time loomed over him like a dark cloud. If the zombie king were rescued, all his previous efforts would be in vain.

Humans are different from zombies; they get tired.

Helpless, Fu Muyu could only summon another contracted beast that he had never shown to the people in the base before—Kunpeng.

"Kun Kun!" A powerful surge of spiritual energy erupted instantly, and with his summons, a gigantic, majestic mythical beast, the Kunpeng, burst forth from the sky, as if descending from the mythological world into reality.

"Stop it!" As soon as Fu Muyu finished speaking, a sharp sword aura pierced the night sky, and Kun Kun immediately responded to his command.

This Kunpeng, possessing spatial abilities, displayed its immense power the moment it appeared. Before the Zombie King could react, it had already unleashed a jaw-dropping skill—"Spatial Imprisonment."

Kun Kun spread its wings, which blotted out the sky, and with a deafening screech, an invisible force instantly gathered around it, forming an invisible barrier, like a cosmic membrane formed after stars shattered and reassembled, tightly enveloping the zombie.

"Frozen, time stands still."

The zombie king struggled desperately, but all the zombies under its command were entangled. Everything that its superpowers could control was being gradually drained from its marrow by the erosion of this icy domain, leaving it in an unprecedented state of weakness.

The decline of this power is its elegy for its demise, and also the silent judgment of the Frost Realm on all dark forces.

"Roar~" This deep and shocking roar seemed to come from the abyss, yet strangely, it did not stir up the slightest ripple. The zombie king announced its final struggle with a silent roar.

The roar, like the wailing of a dying beast in the endless night, was mercilessly frozen in the cracks of time when it touched Fu Muyu's icy, abyss-like ice-type superpower.