Chapter 333 Sure enough, he is lucky

"Ha ha ha!" Old Wang burst into laughter, spreading his arms toward the guy. Who else could it be but Fante Xi? "Got robbed, huh?"

After confirming with a glance, poor Ah Xi couldn't help but burst into tears. He pushed off with his heels, agile as a plump mantis, and pounced on Old Wang with claws outstretched.

"Feng! I finally found you, Feng!" Fante Xi wept bitterly, clinging to Old Wang and refusing to let go, snot smeared all over Old Wang's shoulder.

Poor Ah Xi, God knows how much suffering and fright he endured along the way. Being chased and killed was one thing, but the key was that Ah Xi felt as if he had been possessed by something terrifying—a horrifying bloodlust. Ever since Charles and the other two died mysteriously, several times along the way, upon seeing enemies, he actually felt the urge to kill them...

Damn it, he must have gone mad staying here. If he really charged at them, wouldn't that be seeking death?

Ah Xi was terrified by his own dreadful thoughts. Every time he escaped, his back was chilled. If this continued, he would start to suspect if he was about to have a split personality. Now, he had finally found his kin.

The two hugged fiercely, and Old Wang punched him twice on the chest, a bit surprised. It seemed that Ah Xi's soul power had changed somewhat from before, indicating significant growth.

"Feng, let me tell you, the people here are too bad, too wicked!" Fante Xi cried with snot and tears, God knows how he survived: "They chased me, tried to kill me... and there was this damned scoundrel who joked about your head, nearly driving me to death, wuwuwu..."

"Cough! Got it, got it!" Old Wang's face darkened. This trick couldn't be known to everyone, otherwise pretending to be Old Hei wouldn't work anymore: "Let's not talk about this! Are you hungry? Want something to eat?"

At the mention of food, Fante Xi's eyes gleamed. He had lost his backpack when he encountered Charles and the other two, and had been starving for two or three days. He nodded vigorously, drool almost flooding out.

The cave was noisy, mostly discussing the carvings on the walls, and no one paid attention to Old Wang's side.

Old Wang, amused and annoyed, quickly pulled out a handful of jerky and stuffed it into his hands. Fante Xi devoured it like a starving man, but Wang Feng noticed that despite his disheveled appearance, Fante Xi's spirit was completely different. Wow, this kid really did it. This was also why Wang Feng ultimately didn't oppose Fante Xi coming to Dragon City—the Taiji Tiger Soul needed to awaken!

Old Wang first introduced Xiao Bang and Mapeier behind him, and was about to ask Ah Xi what he had experienced these past few days when he suddenly felt a slight pause in the Soul Power surge at the center.

The noisy cave suddenly quieted down, and everyone looked towards the entrance sealed by the energy net. The feeling of the Soul Power surge was like the pulse of this dark cave, something everyone had gotten used to over the past two days. Now that it suddenly stopped, everyone realized that something major was about to happen.

A sizzling sound was heard, and the cave wall seemed to tremble slightly. Immediately after, the energy net that everyone had struggled to break earlier dissipated with a sizzle, revealing a dark entrance.

The moment had come!

All the Holy Sanctuary disciples' eyes sparkled. Those who remained until now were the cream of the crop; there was no fear or retreat. What they wanted was to seize that opportunity.

Several near the entrance stepped in without hesitation. Old Wang pulled up Fante Xi, who was still devouring: "Let's go, we're going in too!"

This was a rather long and narrow passage, with dim, greenish eternal lamps on both sides. The walls bore many claw marks of varying depths, as well as marks from swords and axes. Due to their age, these marks seemed to have naturally formed, smooth to the touch, as if they had always been part of the cave wall.

The cave passage sloped downward. After walking about four to five hundred meters, it felt like they had descended deeper underground, and the walls on both sides became increasingly tall. When they reached the entrance, the view expanded suddenly.

It was an extremely vast underground cavern—no, it could no longer be called a cavern, but a place like a paradise.

There was no cave ceiling above; the sky was filled with dense stars and a bright moon, as if in an enormous open-air sacrificial site, spanning nearly ten miles across.

Surrounded by mountain walls, there were eight cave passages distributed around. The area where the cave passages emerged had neatly laid gravel paths, and the gravel outside each passage was of a different color. The gravel under Old Wang's feet was red, different from the other passages' colors, looking like a clearly demarcated grid.

At the center of the gravel grid stood a huge statue. It had a beautiful female upper body, with a well-proportioned figure, bare-chested, holding a stone sword in her left hand and a giant spear about four to five meters long in her right hand. Her lower body consisted of eight long spider legs, supporting her body like a tripod, the entire figure standing about six to seven meters tall.

So lifelike that the woman's facial features were clearly visible, like a deity receiving worship and sacrifices from the masses.

It was indeed Nagaroth!

Nagaroth, Old Wang recognized it at a glance, ranked eighty-ninth in the 'Nine Heavens Annals,' a dark being from ancient legends.

Meanwhile, people began to emerge from the other passages, obviously having gathered in the distributed caves for a while, entering simultaneously only after the Soul Power surge ceased and the passages opened.

They had already met during the first level's Tree Demon battle, so now they were old acquaintances. As they poured into the central area, they secretly sized each other up.

Of the eight passages, the Nine Gods occupied five. Long Feixue was followed by over a dozen War Academy cultivators; from the other caves emerged the spiritualist Fu Yu, who had made a splash in the first level, and the ghost witch demoness Elina... A few were missing from the top ten, and the ordinary disciples had suffered heavy casualties. Only about sixty to seventy individuals emerged from the passages and gathered here. Remember, at the end of the first level, the War Academy still had two hundred disciples alive.

Old Wang spotted Princess Snow Cang Jue. Honestly, her inexplicable behavior that day was something even Old Wang's imagination couldn't make sense of. If it couldn't be made sense of, there must be something off. At least, he felt she didn't seem to mean him any harm. When he noticed her gaze sweeping over, Old Wang winked at her teasingly, making Cang Jue's eyelids twitch slightly as she quickly looked away.

Long Feixue was still in her pristine outfit. To her, Wang Feng, whom everyone saw as a prize, held no appeal. She glanced left and right but didn't see who she was looking for.

From the cave next to Long Feixue, a group of Holy Sanctuary disciples came out, including the Frost Spirits, Winnie, Mo Tong, and about seven or eight other Holy Sanctuary disciples. As soon as they stepped out, they saw Wang Feng on the other side.

At first, everyone was stunned, but then they were thrilled.

Just as Old Wang had been worried about Fan Tixi, in their eyes, Old Wang was also someone to be concerned about. Unfortunately, along the way, everyone else had regrouped, but Wang Feng was nowhere to be found. They were already worried sick, and then, two days ago, rumors spread that Wang Feng had been killed and beheaded, casting a thick shadow over everyone.

Now, both sides were thrilled. Aota rushed over, followed closely by Winnie, Xue Zhiyu, and others.

"Big brother!"

"Wang Feng!" As everyone gathered, Xue Zhiyu and Winnie's eyes slightly reddened. Aota and the others were beaming with joy, while Mo Tong walked up and enthusiastically slapped Old Wang on the back: "Wang Feng! I told you this guy has nine lives. While others are dropping dead, you're still alive and kicking, right? They didn't believe me, always gloomy, but I knew better and wasn't worried about you!"

"Easy, easy!" Old Wang felt like his bones were about to be broken by this guy: "Trying to murder your senior brother?"

"Big brother, let's hug!" Aota laughed heartily and gave Old Wang a tight hug: "You haven't lost weight; looks like you haven't had it too rough."

"Of course! When I'm out and about, I've got plenty of friends!" Old Wang laughed and introduced Xiao Bang and Mapeier to everyone. Only then did they notice the bald man standing silently behind Wang Feng, who turned out to be the fourth-ranked Dragon Son of the Holy Sanctuary.

"Third Prince, thank you for taking care of Senior Brother Wang Feng!" Xue Zhiyu was also overjoyed to see Old Wang, feeling as if a huge weight had been lifted from her heart. Everyone knew that Wang Feng had saved her, so it was only natural to thank him on his behalf.

For a moment, she wanted to hug Wang Feng, but with so many people around, she just greeted Xiao Bang instead.

Xiao Bang gave her a slight bow in return.

The Ice Spirit Kingdom and the Dragon Moon Empire were neighboring countries, so the two had known each other for a long time. Xue Zhiyu knew that Xiao Bang wasn't fond of talking, so she wasn't surprised.

"Winnie! Little Winnie!" Old Wang laughed and opened his arms wide.

Winnie's eyes widened, afraid her emotions might show. She stomped over and angrily tugged at Old Wang's ear: "Aren't you smart? Don't you have a lot of tricks up your sleeve? Couldn't you have sent us a message? Do you know how worried we were? And they said you were dead, but you look like you're doing just fine!"

As she spoke, she glanced in Mapeier's direction and couldn't help but raise an eyebrow slightly.

Wow, girl, you're built like a tank!

As Old Wang's group gathered, the previously quiet cave immediately became lively, significantly diluting the originally solemn atmosphere and drawing everyone's attention.

By now, almost everyone who was supposed to come out had emerged. The disciples on both sides were roughly divided into three groups. The War Academy naturally gathered around Long Feixue, with about seventy or eighty people. The Holy Sanctuary side was led by Ye Dun, and those who had been with Wang Feng earlier had gathered around him, totaling about twenty or thirty people, plus the eight or nine experts around Old Wang, making a total of about forty people.

Those remaining were clearly the elite of both sides, mostly ranked within the top hundred.

Ye Dun also noticed Wang Feng and the others, frowning slightly. The news of Xiao Bang killing Obololo had spread, solidifying his position as the fourth-ranked in the Holy Sanctuary. Combined with his status as a prince of the Dragon Moon Empire, Ye Dun had initially intended to get closer to him, but he hadn't expected that Xiao Bang would be hanging around Wang Feng.

In fact, even before entering, Ye Dun had already known some of the situation. The council had decided to rein in Rose's unconventional behavior, and Wang Feng was clearly the puppet that Thunder Dragon and Karida had put forward as the public face.

The Ice Spirit people were one thing—after all, during the ice bee siege, it was already common knowledge that Wang Feng had a connection with Xue Zhiyu. But even Xiao Bang from the Dragon Moon Empire was surrounding Wang Feng? Was he out of his mind? The two of them had no connection whatsoever.

Clank, clank, clank...

The sound of heavy armor scraping echoed as Steel Demon Kaiser emerged alone from another cave entrance, immediately drawing many people's attention. His right arm was missing, causing many to whisper and discuss among themselves.

Kaiser paid no attention to the others' gazes. His eyes swept across the scene, and when they landed on Wang Feng, his pitch-black pupils slightly fixed.

Old Wang provocatively winked at him: "What are you looking at? Don't want your other arm either?"

Kaiser's gaze coldly swept over Wang Feng, and he remained silent.

The surrounding low murmurs suddenly fell silent, and many people looked over in surprise. Even Ye Dun and others were slightly astonished. Did Wang Feng really cut off Caesar Mo's right hand?

The buzzing continued, with everyone keeping an eye on each other while checking out the area. It was the surge of Soul Power that had drawn everyone here, but now, the spacious sacrificial square was empty except for the motionless stone statues, with no sign of danger.

Suddenly, a deep rumble...

A deep rumble echoed from all directions, and the ground beneath their feet started to tremble slightly, as if the entire dark cavern was beginning to collapse from the edges.

Everyone froze, holding their breath, ready for battle. This was expected, much like in the first layer of the Misty Forest. As they entered the final pivotal scene, the outer illusions started to crumble, and those who had not arrived here would be expelled from the illusion prematurely.

Swish! Swish!

Two sounds of breaking wind, and several more figures shot out from a cavern passage.

Hei Wukai burst onto the scene.

"Ha, you're all here!" Old Hei immediately spotted Wang Feng and the others, laughing loudly and drawing everyone's attention.

Accompanying him were a man and a woman. The woman was naturally Kela, and the man was dressed in black tight-fitting attire, robust in build, with his face covered, revealing only his eyebrows and eyes.

Shadowblade Fazang!

As soon as he landed, his gaze first swept over Hei Wukai, clearly indicating that the two had just clashed, hence the delay. But with the outer cavern starting to collapse, their fight had to be abruptly halted.

"Ah, Old Hei, why are you so late?" With the strongest ally here, Wang Feng finally felt at ease.

Hei Wukai landed right beside him. Having heard much about Wang Feng being killed, seeing him alive and kicking now, Old Hei was also happy: "Old Wang, you really are lucky, still alive after all this..."