C21 Trigger!

Before the players could even strike, they were transformed into ice sculptures, frozen solid where they stood.

Ye Tianhan had no intention of sending them back to the fountain of revival. Freezing them on the spot for several hours, rendering them unable to move freely, seemed a far better punishment.

Having accomplished this, Ye Tianhan didn't bother to scrutinize the frustrated expressions of the immobilized players. Instead, he strolled leisurely to the edge of the beach.

If his memory served him right, a significant quest was about to be triggered here.

Suddenly, a distressed cry echoed from nearby: "Help, someone, please help!"

The voice was clear and melodious, reminiscent of Huang Peng's timbre—a sure sign of a stunning beauty.

A knowing smile played on Ye Tianhan's lips. Just as he had anticipated.

The timing was perfect, coinciding with the activation of this major solo mission, a fact he wouldn't have known had it not been for someone's earlier boast.

In a swift motion, Ye Tianhan followed the sound and soon came upon dozens of Shaman Clan warriors brandishing sharp weapons, their bodies emanating a fearsome demonic aura.

They converged and charged at the beauty with the speed of lightning, intent on capturing her.

The woman had a pair of dragon horns atop her head, her features exquisitely delicate, her eyes wide with palpable fear.

In her wake, many shrimp soldiers and crab generals lay dead, their bodies strewn about in a tragic display.

Her name then materialized above her head: Lin Jiayao!

Indeed, this was none other than Lin Jiayao, the treasured daughter of the East Sea Dragon King, known for her close ties with Zhu Bajie.

Yet Lin Jiayao was merely eighteen, and despite her statuesque figure, her maturity had yet to catch up.

As Lin Jiayao cried out for help, darting frantically to escape, one of the Shaman Clan warriors was on the verge of seizing her. Suddenly, a series of crackling sounds pierced the air, and an intense cold swept in without warning, freezing the Shaman Clan warrior in his tracks.

It wasn't just him; the other Shaman Clan warriors were instantly encased in ice, immobilized by the unexpected frost.

Caught off guard by the abrupt turn of events, Lin Jiayao halted in her tracks, her panic-stricken eyes quickly finding Ye Tianhan. It was then she realized she had been rescued.

Just as Lin Jiayao let out a sigh of relief, her voice tightened again with urgency. "Watch out!"

Swoosh! Swoosh! Swoosh!

Piercing howls filled the air as a succession of Shaman Clan experts emerged, charging toward Ye Tianhan.

Ye Tianhan cast a cold glance at the oncoming adversaries, a slight smirk playing at the corner of his mouth.

The Shaman Clan experts had been immobilized by ice because he had deployed his skill, "Freeze for Ten Thousand Miles."

Typically, with nearly a millennium of cultivation and the enhancement of his Holy Body, Ye Tianhan could wield this sealing technique with the prowess of someone with two thousand years of cultivation. Freezing level 30 Shaman Clan experts was well within his capabilities.

As yet another wave of Shaman Clan experts advanced, Ye Tianhan pointed skyward. Suddenly, the sky darkened as a colossal mountain appeared, descending with crushing force upon the attackers.

This technique, known as "Mount Tai Crush," was among the elite of Earth Spiritual Techniques, capable of summoning a mountain to instantly flatten an adversary.

Indeed, once Mount Tai Crush was unleashed, the Shaman Clan experts, despite their desperation to flee, were rendered powerless and were brutally squashed into pulp beneath the massive mountain.

Still, some Shaman Clan experts managed to evade Ye Tianhan's twin assaults and continued their assassination attempt.

"Truly worthy of the Shaman Clan," Ye Tianhan remarked, his eyes narrowing.

Among the numerous races, the Corpse Tribe might summon legions of zombies for battle, yet their individual might was not particularly formidable.

In contrast, it was the Shaman Clan and the Demon Clan that were genuinely fearsome.

The Shaman Clan experts now rushing at Ye Tianhan were a testament to that. They followed the traditions of the Twelve Ancestral Shamans, eschewing cultivation techniques in favor of honing their physical forms to extraordinary strength, thus proving their path to the Dao.

Hence, the close-quarters combat prowess of these Shaman Clan experts was exceptionally formidable.

Regrettably for them, even at their peak, they stood no chance against Ye Tianhan.

For at his level, there was likely no one who could best him in hand-to-hand combat.

Gripping the Mixed Energy Hammer, Ye Tianhan exerted his strength, and the mighty hammer, imbued with terrifying force, slammed into the Shaman Clan expert who had lunged at him, sending him hurtling through the air.

With a devastating critical hit, the Shaman Clan expert was unexpectedly killed on the spot.

The remaining Shaman Clan masters were clearly taken aback by Ye Tianhan's formidable strength. By the time they processed the situation and attempted to flee, it was too late. Ye Tianhan had already slammed his twin hammers into the ground, sending out a horrific shockwave that blasted the Shaman Clan experts away, leaving them dead beyond doubt.

The conflict erupted swiftly and concluded just as quickly.

Ye Tianhan single-handedly annihilated over a hundred Shaman Clan experts without sustaining a scratch throughout the entire ordeal.

From a distance, Lin Jiayao watched the unfolding scene, her beautiful eyes wide with shock.

Despite having witnessed the valor of many from her own lineage, Lin Jiayao had never seen anyone exhibit the kind of heroism that Ye Tianhan displayed.

Lost in thought, Lin Jiayao didn't notice Ye Tianhan already collecting the scattered equipment and gold coins. The Shaman Clan, it turned out, was wealthier than the Corpse Tribe's zombies. The gold coins alone amounted to a staggering two hundred thousand. Not to mention the rare and exquisite equipment that Ye Tianhan swiftly gathered into his pack.

But Ye Tianhan wasn't too preoccupied to check on Lin Jiayao, who was observing from afar. "I am the Son of the Demon Race. I was training away from the Desolate Continent when I heard a cry for help and came running. Are you okay?" he inquired.

Upon hearing the concern in his voice, Lin Jiayao's cheeks flushed with a shy red hue. "I'm... I'm fine..." she stammered, her gaze fixed intently.

While Lin Jiayao endeavored to conceal her emotions, the system's pleasing notification sound still reached Ye Tianhan's ears.