Chapter 326: Devil’s Madness

If Hei Wukai won, it would naturally be a cause for celebration for everyone. But even if he didn’t… no matter how powerful Caesar Mo was, he couldn’t completely crush Hei Wukai. Everyone had plenty of time to escape. This is what they call 'when the sky falls, the tall guys will hold it up!'

Everyone instinctively moved behind Hei Wukai, but no one noticed the unnatural twitch at the corner of 'Hei Wukai's' mouth.

This was a little awkward. While chatting with the group, he hadn’t sent out the ice bees to scout the caves right away, and now he’d run into a tough opponent. But it didn’t matter—he had backup!

He stared straight into the dark eye sockets above, where a faint glint of light flickered.

With a leap, his massive figure came crashing down from the cave entrance, seven to eight meters high.

Boom...

The ground trembled slightly, and a massive cloud of dust filled the cave. A shockwave rippled out, making everyone stagger slightly.

Amid the dust, the large figure slowly rose to its full height. Two piercing eyes, sharp enough to cut through anything, locked onto 'Hei Wukai' through the dust.

He slowly raised a finger, pointing at 'Hei Wukai,' and a deep voice boomed from the iron mask: "The rest of you, get lost!"

The deep voice echoed from the iron barrel, muffled but powerful, making the cave vibrate.

Old Wang was amused. Today was a perfect day to gang up on the few. He laughed heartily, pointing behind him: "Where did this idiot come from, acting so tough? Did you ask the guys behind me? Brothers, with Old Hei here today, we…"

Before he could finish, a gust of wind rushed past him.

If it was just about following Hei Wukai to mop up some easy kills, they’d be all for it. But facing the War Academy’s third-ranked super expert alongside him? That was out of the question. Hei Wukai and Caesar Mo were evenly matched, and when experts clash, bystanders often get caught in the crossfire. In the Soul Illusion Realm, many had died just from watching the action. It was a lesson written in blood.

"Brother Hei’s swordsmanship is unmatched. Handling Caesar Mo is a piece of cake for him. We won’t get in his way!"

"With Brother Hei on the case, it’s a guaranteed win! We’d just be a distraction!"

"Yeah, yeah, Brother Hei, experts like you fight one-on-one. We won’t mess up your reputation!"

Scattered voices echoed from behind, and before Old Wang could turn, only Mapeier remained, standing alone.

'Hei Wukai' lazily shook his head: "Bunch of cowards. With me around, they’re still scared of this brute?"

Old Wang cursed under his breath. There were plenty of people even more shameless than him. But now he was in a bind. He rested his right hand on the hilt of the Yecha Wolf Fang Sword at his waist, copying Hei Wukai’s stance, turning slightly, ready to draw, and glared at his opponent: "Under Hei Wukai’s sword, no nameless fools fall! Iron man, what’s your name?"

Caesar Mo's pupils shone brightly. In the Holy Sanctuary, there was probably only one Hei Wukai who dared to challenge him alone: "Caesar Mo!"

The intimidation failed, and Old Wang's eyelid twitched.

The surroundings were now silent. The Holy Sanctuary disciples had fled far away, and a murderous atmosphere instantly filled the cave.

Suddenly, 'Hei Wukai' smiled at Caesar Mo, and a faint soul power suddenly rose from his body.

He was about to make his move!

Caesar Mo's pupils slightly contracted, ready to fight, but then he saw 'Hei Wukai' suddenly turn around. The rising soul power instantly transformed into a swift wind spell, slapping onto his own leg, and then he grabbed the girl behind him and ran!

???

Caesar Mo was slightly stunned.

Old Wang cursed the other's family in his heart. What a joke! Previously, they had barely managed to kill Manku, who was ranked fourth, after exhausting two Golden Aegis and setting up various traps with Mapeier. Caesar Mo was ranked third! Without any preparation, and without even a Golden Aegis, was he supposed to risk his life?

Since ancient times, those who know when to retreat are the true heroes. Run!

Old Wang's feet flew, but the massive iron body, seemingly clumsy, was faster than him.

With the sound of a gust of wind, Old Wang caught sight of a shadowy figure, a blur of immense force, streaking past him. In the next second, the shadowy figure had already positioned itself, blocking Old Wang and Mapeier.

"You are not Hei Wukai," Caesar Mo's voice, muffled and metallic, resonated from within his iron armor. His dark, piercing eyes locked onto Wang Feng with a flicker of recognition. His voice, laced with amusement, came out slow and deliberate: "You are Wang Feng!"

Hei Wukai wasn’t one to retreat without a battle, and Caesar Mo’s knack for soul recognition was second to none. From the very beginning, he had detected something amiss with this supposed Hei Wukai. If he wasn't mistaken, it had to be Wang Feng, the one who’d blasted him with a Skyburst Grenade.

Caesar Mo was feeling rather pleased with himself. It was a pity that he couldn't fight Hei Wukai, but he had caught a big fish. Wang Feng’s head was a prize worth its weight in gold—not only could it be exchanged for a handsome reward and merit, but it could also earn him the favor of two esteemed princes within the Nine Gods. That was far beyond the value of mere money.

As soon as he finished speaking, his massive hand lunged forward, targeting Old Wang’s neck with precision.

Caesar Mo's attack speed was astonishing—snagging Wang Feng would be a walk in the park. But just as the iron hand was about to touch Wang Feng, the woman, who had seemed like a mere bystander, suddenly jerked Wang Feng to the left.

The attack, which had seemed inevitable, narrowly missed its mark. Caesar Mo swiped his hand sideways, aiming to send the woman flying, but in the next second, the woman's figure flickered.

Whoosh! Whoosh! Whoosh!

Her sudden burst of speed outmatched even Caesar Mo's. In the blink of an eye, she had darted around Caesar Mo’s body two or three times, swift and graceful as a butterfly among blossoms.

Caesar Mo's pitch-black eye sockets narrowed slightly. He realized that something had materialized around his body. The woman’s hands clutched transparent threads, impossibly strong, coiling around his body and ensnaring his outstretched hand.

Mapeier had now circled back to the front of Caesar Mo. Her soul power surged in an instant, and with a sharp tug, the threads constricted in a heartbeat.

Squeak!

It was the grating sound of the unyielding spider silk scraping against the iron armor. Sparks flew from the black armor where the silk made contact.

Caesar Mo’s outstretched right hand was yanked back, bound tightly against his chest.

Spider Bind!

Blood-red soul power surged through, staining the spider silk crimson, glowing faintly as it constricted around Caesar Mo’s body! The iron armor bore deep grooves where the spider silk had rubbed, some areas even cracking under the strain!

A hint of joy flashed in Mapeier's eyes. Her soul power had grown significantly in recent days, and she had actually succeeded in binding him!

But at that moment...

Crack!

Caesar Mo's iron armor trembled slightly. Right in the center of the iron helmet, a blood-red rune appeared, followed by countless blood-red runes spreading out from it, instantly covering his entire armor.

He hadn’t even begun to exert himself, yet Mapeier felt the spider silk in her hands growing tauter by the second.

Crack! Crack! Crack!

The spider silk in her hands began to make sounds of strain. Mapeier's expression changed slightly.

"Hmph..." A soft sneer came from within Caesar Mo's steel armor.

Whoosh!

Caesar Mo raised his head proudly, lifting his half-kneeling posture, straightening his back, and pushing his arms forward.

Boom!

With a loud explosion, red light burst forth, and soul power raged. Mapeier felt the spider silk in her hands loosen, and a counterforce sent her stumbling back several steps. All the spider silk wrapped around Caesar Mo's body snapped.

The once rough iron armor now gleamed, adorned with intricate, flame-like patterns that glowed red and shone brilliantly, as if his body were ablaze. Moreover, the scratches left by the spider silk on the armor had all disappeared, as if the armor had “come alive” and repaired itself.

Flame Demon Armor!

This is the armor-forging technique of the Nine Gods Empire, highly functional. The soul crystals embedded within are sufficient to support the armor's multifunctional use, far surpassing ordinary forged protective gear. Of course, only the elite can handle this. Firstly, it requires complex soul power manipulation—inexperienced users risk self-harm. Secondly, this thing is a financial black hole, and only top-tier families can afford it.

Caesar Mo's dark eye sockets now seemed hollow and lifeless.

Red Spider... a formidable exotic species with impressive capabilities, but unfortunately, she encountered me, the Flaming War Demon Armor, tailored to dominate exotic species!

A sudden glint flashed in his hollow eyes.

He slightly lifted his toes, without any visible spellcasting. The blood-red patterns on his body flickered faintly, and a burst of fiery air exploded beneath his feet, launching him at Mapeier like a runic projectile!

Caesar Mo's own speed wasn't particularly fast, even a bit sluggish, but the limits of runic forging were beyond imagination. With the amplification of the War Demon Armor, a martial artist transforms into a war demon master, boosting his explosive acceleration more than twofold!

Boom!

So fast!

The approaching Caesar Mo felt like an unstoppable mountain! Mapeier's eyes slightly trembled.

She suddenly pulled her hands—hum—four blood-red spider threads condensed between her fingers, but it wasn't enough.

Swish, swish, swish, swish!

Mapeier's hands frantically pulled, the four spider threads continuously crisscrossed, instantly weaving a small interception net above her.

By now, Caesar Mo had leaped above her, his massive frame eclipsing nearly all of Mapeier's view. His right hand slightly moved, and a massive HexSky Mace appeared in his grasp.

The mace alone was 1.6 meters long, incredibly thick, with four sections connected, each four centimeters long. The hexagonal edges were pitch black and dull, covered in countless tiny granular protrusions.

At this moment, Caesar Mo's body bent into an inverted C-shape, the HexSky Mace in his right hand completing his form into a full moon. Time seemed to pause for a moment as infinite power gathered on the HexSky Mace in that instant.

Mapeier's pupils slightly contracted.

Heh...

A faint, almost imperceptible chuckle escaped as Caesar Mo's bent body instantly snapped back. The pitch-black HexSky Mace seemed to absorb the entire world in that moment, sweeping down on Mapeier with unstoppable might!