The battlefield was still not over.

The Ice Wolf General had been captured alive, Dokai had his soul core crushed, but the mission completion notification had still not appeared. This meant that the entire remaining ice monster army was still counted by the system as enemy units. Only when they were completely eliminated would the third round truly end.

Out in the corridor, the ice layer still covered the walls, ground, and most of the room doors. Many rooms were frozen to the point of resembling being trapped in crystal coffins. The room owners inside were still alive, but the doors couldn’t open, and the defense towers were also frozen stiff by the cold aura. Gun barrels, magic arrays, saw blades, steel spikes, or any defensive structures couldn’t operate normally.

They could only watch as Elith’s spiders began to crawl out from the shadows, from the silk webs, from the ceiling, and from the small ice cracks on the ground.

At first only a few dozen, then hundreds, and finally the entire corridor seemed to be swallowed by a black-and-white tide. The small spiders didn’t make much noise, but it was precisely this silence that made one’s scalp go numb. They crawled over ice monster corpses, over pale blue bloodstains, over patches of spider silk scorched after Thunder Dragon’s lightning, then began to weave the battlefield into Elith’s domain.

Elith stood in front of room 2705’s door, her dark red eyes coldly looking at the entire corridor. Her pale white fingers slightly moved, and strands of silk thin as hair shot out, stretching across dead angles difficult for the naked eye to see.

An ice Goblin that had just roared and charged forward was severed across the neck, waist, and knees by three strands of silk. Its body broke into four pieces and fell to the ground. Pale blue blood spurted out, but before it could flow far, it was frozen solid by the cold aura.

A pack of ice Wolves charged from the distance, their claws scraping the ground, leaving deep white marks on the ice layer. They were very fast, their speed far exceeding normal monsters, but that speed only had meaning when the battlefield was still spacious. Currently, the corridor had been divided by Elith into countless small cells with spider silk.

The first ice Wolf had just leaped up when its four legs were caught by spider silk. Its body lost balance and fell hard to the ground, then dozens of spiders crawled onto it, biting its eyes, throat, and the gaps in its ice armor. It roared, but the roar very quickly turned into a small whimper.

A massive ice Golem stepped forward, raising its fist to smash down on the spiders on the ground. But just before that fist could land, a transparent azure Titan hand suddenly appeared from the side, gripping its wrist tightly.

BANG!!!!

The ice Golem’s arm was bent to the side. Its fist struck the wall, causing ice fragments to explode.

In room 2705, Morie stood straight in front of the screen, her platinum hair falling to her shoulders. She was no longer sitting in the wheelchair. Her two slender legs stood firmly on the ground. Her small figure had an aura heavy and stable like an ancient Titan statue that had just awakened.

The lava veins on her skin had faded considerably, but Psionic energy still surrounded her body like a layer of cold azure mist. She didn’t need to use too much strength; supporting Elith was enough.

The Titan hand held the ice Golem for one breath. Right after, Elith’s spider silk had wrapped into the joint crevices on its knees and neck. Thunder Dragon dove down from above, opening its mouth to release a purple-black lightning bolt.

BOOM!!!!

The ice Golem’s head exploded. Its massive body lost balance and heavily fell down, crushing several ice Goblins running chaotically below. 𝚏𝐫𝚎𝗲𝕨𝐞𝐛𝕟𝚘𝐯𝚎𝗹.𝕔𝐨𝗺

Thunder Dragon landed on the pile of frozen corpses, arrogantly raising its head.

Krit!

It was as if declaring that the strike just now was completely insignificant.

Sunako was still hung on the wall not far away. After experiencing too many frights, she had developed a new survival skill: praising Thunder Dragon at the right time and shutting up at the right time.

"Beautiful! Very beautiful! That strike just now was both powerful and had the bearing of a king. If I were an ice monster, I would definitely be proud to have my head blown off by you."

Thunder Dragon turned its head to look at her.

Krit?

Sunako immediately seriously added: "Of course, I don’t want my head blown off. I’m just evaluating from an artistic perspective."

Thunder Dragon thought for a moment, then reluctantly turned its head away. It accepted this compliment.

Sunako breathed a sigh of relief, then her gaze unconsciously fell on the Ice Wolf General hung not far away.

Compared to her, the Ice Wolf General was much more miserable. Spider silk tightly bound her wrists, ankles, shoulders, waist, and neck. The cold aura on her body was sealed. Her ice armor was shattered. The poison from the [Frenzied Blood Spike Door] was still corroding her life, making her originally cold white skin become even paler.

But her face was too calm.

She only silently watched the Ice Tribe army being slaughtered. No begging, no screaming, no cursing either. She didn’t even shed a single tear.

That calmness made Sunako feel very uncomfortable.

Because she was also hung up.

But when she was hung up, she looked like a pitiful, weak hostage who had lost all face. But when the Ice Wolf General was hung up, she looked like a defeated general who still retained that final bit of dignity. This difference severely wounded Sunako’s fragile self-esteem.

"Hey!" Sunako couldn’t help speaking up: "You’ve been captured. At least you should tremble a little, right? You keep making that cold face, making me look like the only one losing face here."

The Ice Wolf General didn’t look at her.

Sunako gritted her teeth.

"Hey, I’m talking to you. Don’t think that just because you have white hair, blue eyes, and a cold demeanor you can look down on others. I’ll have you know, before being hung up, I was also a very prestigious figure..."

She paused for a moment, then softly added:

"At least in my imagination."

The Ice Wolf General still didn’t look.

Sunako felt wounded for a second time.

She was so angry she wanted to struggle, but as soon as she moved a little, the spider silk on her body immediately tightened, making her wince in pain.

"You’re looking down on me, aren’t you? I’ll have you know, don’t think that just because you’re a high-class prisoner you’re better than me. I’m also a prisoner, I also have experience being captured, I..."

Bzzt!

A small bolt of electricity suddenly shot down beside Sunako. It didn’t hit her, but it was close enough to make her hair stand on end.

Sunako froze.

Thunder Dragon stood on the pile of frozen corpses, tilting its head to look at her, its purple-black eyes full of impatience.

Krit.

The meaning was very clear.

Too noisy.

Sunako immediately shut her mouth. A moment later, she weakly said: "My life is really so hard..."

The Ice Wolf General finally glanced at her once.

Just once.

But that gaze was too cold and indifferent, like looking at a strange creature not worth evaluating.

Sunako felt wounded for a third time.

While the battlefield was being gradually liquidated by Elith and Morie, the general chat channel began to stir again.

Those frozen inside their rooms couldn’t go outside, but that didn’t prevent them from talking. When they saw each ice monster being killed and each dropped item being dragged by spiders toward room 2705, jealousy and dissatisfaction began to exceed fear.

[Room 604 – Vance: Does room 2705 really want to take everything?]

[Room 331 – Helga: We’re also being besieged by ice monsters. On what basis do all the spoils belong to them?]

[Room 109 – Kain: If the door could open, I would have gone out already. Those monsters have been beaten down to that extent. Whoever kills them gets them.]

[Room 724 – Doran: My defense tower is frozen, otherwise I could also kill a few.]

[Room 884 – Riven: Hmph, don’t talk as if room 2705 is saving people. They’re just monopolizing the benefits.]

[Room 733 – Ulmar: That’s right. The round isn’t over yet. Everyone has the right to compete.]

Some were dissatisfied, some were provocative, and some were silently adding fuel to the fire. But from beginning to end, Nanoe only quietly looked at the chat channel.

She still wore the thin towel, sitting in the chair with a very natural posture. Her brown hair was slightly tousled, falling onto her smooth white shoulders. Her face was gentle, her eyes slightly curved, like a woman who had just woken from an afternoon nap rather than someone facing the dissatisfaction of numerous Survivors.

Morie stood beside her, somewhat worried.

"Nanoe, they seem to be getting more and more agitated."

Nanoe softly laughed.

"That’s because they can’t do anything."

Morie was slightly stunned.

Nanoe looked at the chat channel, her voice very soft.

"If the doors were open, they wouldn’t talk so much. Those with guts would go outside to try. Those without guts would silently wait for the result. But now the doors are still closed, the defense towers are frozen. They can only watch us clean up the battlefield."

She paused for a moment, then continued: "When people are powerless, they often like to use words to prove they still have power."

Morie stood beside her, her gaze slightly shifting.

This sentence was very accurate.

Also very characteristic of Nanoe.

The chat channel continued.

[Room 606 – Garland: Room 2705, aren’t you going to say anything?]

[Room 884 – Riven: Or do you really think that just because you’re a bit stronger you can make everyone shut up?]

[Room 733 – Ulmar: After this round, the doors will open. I really want to see if you’ll still be so arrogant then.]

Nanoe looked at those three messages, the corner of her mouth slightly curling up. Then she opened the general chat channel and sent one sentence.

[Room 2705 – Nanoe: I have remembered all the room numbers of those who want to cause trouble.]

The chat channel fell silent in an instant.

Just one sentence.

No need to be loud, no need for lengthy arguments. But the pressure suddenly bore down.

A few seconds later, Riven sent a message.

[Room 884 – Riven: So what if you remember? Are you planning to come to each room and kill us?]

Nanoe smiled, her snowy white fingers gently tapping.

[Room 2705 – Nanoe: Not necessarily kill.]

[Room 2705 – Nanoe: There are many ways to make a person regret opening their mouth.]

The chat channel fell quiet again.

Then, Ulmar laughed coldly.

[Room 733 – Ulmar: Do you really think room 2705 can take on everyone?]

Nanoe replied very quickly.

[Room 2705 – Nanoe: No need to take on everyone.]

[Room 2705 – Nanoe: Just need to deal with the few loudest ones.]

This time, many people who were preparing to type stopped.

No one liked becoming "the few loudest ones."

If Nanoe had said room 2705 wanted to take on the entire apartment complex, perhaps they would be furious, would join forces, would use their numbers to resist her. But Nanoe didn’t do that. She only gently separated those leading the charge from the crowd, then placed the blade at their throats.

This was a threat.

But it was a selective kind of threat, very precise and very uncomfortable.