Chapter 503: Chapter 226: Beehive Incident, Lin Ye Is Dead (Part 3)
Whoosh......
His perception wasn’t wrong.
The big iron gate before the Main Zone was the last barrier of the Beehive. Chen Yingba wouldn’t let him break through it so easily.
He stood behind the gap in the iron gate, holding a big knife, watching the Zhaoyang forces continuously arriving in the number one passageway beyond the gate. His eyes grew colder, with a hint of fear.
"Four hundred... five hundred... six hundred... eight hundred, how can there be so many people? Isn’t Zhaoyang fighting with Long Mountain? How can they spare so many Earth-digging Realm warriors? This... this is impossible!"
The vision of those at the Cold Resistance Level far surpasses that of ordinary people.
Chen Yingba could instantly determine the number of people outside the door, and upon realizing that there were over eight hundred from Zhaoyang, his pupils filled with shock.
This was after they had killed more than three hundred of them.
This means that Zhaoyang dispatched over twelve hundred Earth-digging Realm warriors to attack the Beehive, almost twice as many as the Beehive’s own warriors.
How strong has the Zhaoyang Camp become?
"Chen Yingba becomes a turtle hiding in its shell, thinking that hiding inside will leave us helpless!"
Hou Ming, who is rather slim, had a voice laced with malice, and seeing Chen Yingba hiding behind the iron gate filled him with extreme anger.
"Just break that iron gate of his. After they killed over seven hundred of our men, how can we face our brothers without taking down the Beehive?"
"Break the gate, I’m out for blood."
Two more figures stepped forward behind Hou Ming, one wielding a sword and the other brandishing a staff, precisely Hou Ying and Hou Bing, two mighty Cold Resistance Level warriors.
Their expressions matched Hou Ming’s in fury, and after a furious roar, they charged toward the big iron gate together.
Hou Ming did not lag behind, joining them.
A great knife, a sharp sword, a long staff—three pieces of Thousand Forged Weapons, aided by the terrifying power of the three Cold Resistance Level warriors, simultaneously struck the gap less than three meters high in the iron gate.
Boom......
A massive explosion reverberated throughout the underground space of the Beehive, making the Main Zone and the passages shake like an earthquake.
Rumble... Rumble......
The violent tremors lasted for a dozen heartbeats.
The people of Zhaoyang in front of the iron gate were filled with anticipation, their eyes bloodthirsty; the people behind the iron gate were overcome by fear, some beginning to pray desperately that the gate wouldn’t break.
Crash......
As the underground space’s tremors ceased, the result of Hou Ming and the others’ assault on the iron gate became evident.
That iron gate, no more than three meters high, not only withstood the blows from the three Cold Resistance Level warriors but even raised itself over a meter into the air.
"It didn’t rise; we moved it with our attack. The bulk of the gate is buried underground, integrated with the entire Main Zone Space. What a Beehive, what a Chen Yingyuan, to have the whole Main Zone’s fortifications cast in iron. The amount of iron ore consumed must be astronomical."
Hou Ming, with an exceedingly grim tone, regarded the over-one-meter gap in the iron gate, contemplating means to break through.
"The remelting and fortification of the Main Zone Space have taken decades, not stopping to this day. As long as the Camp has surplus iron ore, the fortifications are continuously reinforced. The current thickness is at least over fifty meters. The iron gate is the only weak point; as long as it’s defended, no one else will succeed!"
Chen Yingba coldly chuckled at the three troubled figures outside the gate.
However, he was simultaneously puzzled.
"Did Hou Ying just say Zhaoyang lost over seven hundred men? How is that possible?"
Suddenly, a hypothesis emerged in Chen Yingba’s mind, and his eyes slightly brightened, his expression becoming elated.
It must have been old Wu leading the charge; who else could it be?
"Yingba, mission accomplished, Lin Ye is dead!"
At that moment, Wu Tianxing’s somewhat excited voice came from the side of the iron gate.
Chen Yingba lifted his gaze toward the outside of the iron gate, seeing Wu Tianxing holding Lin Ye’s corpse, his excitement palpable.
"Hahaha, old Wu, come in quickly, Zhaoyang really suffered a huge loss this time."