Chapter 334 Naga Luo with a human body and spider legs

"Ugh! What a jinx, can you watch your mouth?"

"Captain!" Kela's face was beaming with joy. Looking behind Wang Feng, she saw that all the members of Rose were present, not a single one missing. This was truly a stroke of luck.

By now, almost everyone from both sides had arrived, and it was clear that the numbers on both sides had become quite even. This was clearly thanks to Ye Dun's group of five. In the past few days, the reputation of these five killers had inflicted heavy losses on the War Academy. The head of the Nether Sacrifice dangling from Maxwell's waist was particularly striking, not to mention the widespread rumor that Obololo had been killed by Xiao Bang...

At that moment, the sound of the cave collapsing around them grew louder, clearly approaching their location.

"Where's the Blood Demon?"

Someone from the Nine Gods side whispered, but no one had an answer, which weighed heavily on the hearts of the Nine Gods' people. Honestly, the number of people below wasn't the main concern, but if three of the top ten were suddenly missing, it could very well decide the final outcome.

Long Feixue's face remained calm and indifferent. He didn't care about the fate of the Blood Demon, Obololo, or the Nether Sacrifice. If they couldn't even pass a simple illusion trial, they were no better than trash, and their deaths were inconsequential.

Just as the collapse was nearing the edge of the sacrificial site, a sudden wave of bloody scent, accompanied by a crimson hurricane, swept through.

Whoosh!

A blood-red figure burst out from the collapsing cave entrance, landing like a whirlwind beside the stone statue at the center of the field. It was...

Old Wang and Mapeier were momentarily stunned. When they clearly saw the person's face, both of them gaped in shock.

It was Blood Demon Manku!

A slight smirk appeared at the corner of Manku's mouth, his eyes not even glancing at others, but staring straight at the dumbfounded Wang Feng.

"Hey!" He chuckled sinisterly: "Wang, we meet again!"

Everyone else was puzzled, while Old Wang couldn't help but swallow hard.

This damn... is this a ghost? This guy had clearly been blown into a pile of minced meat, but now he looked completely unharmed, like a monster! Not only that, but his whole body was now brimming with immense power, far stronger than when they had last met.

Everyone quieted down, watching this inexplicable pair.

"I really have to thank you!" Manku showed a ferocious grin, the bloodlust in his eyes as if he wanted to skin Wang Feng alive, "It was you who made me fall apart, it was you who made me understand the true essence of the Blood Clan! To thank you, I won't eat you, I'll crush you inch by inch, letting you feel what it truly means to be broken and then rebuilt!"

Everyone was stunned, looking at Wang Feng in disbelief. That guy, had he really made Blood Demon Manku fall apart once?

A terrifying surge of soul power suddenly erupted from Manku's body, instantly enveloping the entire field!

Ghost level??

At this moment, there were only about a hundred people on both sides combined. Except for one or two with truly extraordinary luck, the rest were definitely top-notch experts. Yet now, facing Manku's soul pressure, they all felt a sense of oppression.

This was a sign of approaching the ghost level. His realm might not have reached it yet, but his soul power had already arrived, no wonder he arrogantly ignored Long Feixue and Hei Wukai.

His eyes now sparkled with excitement, staring straight at Wang Feng. The opportunity here, the treasures, he already considered them his. And before that, taking the head of that Wang guy would be a great pleasure: "Wang Feng, come up and die!"

The surging soul power suddenly spread out, like a wave of air pushing towards Old Wang. But the next second, a figure in a wide robe stood in front of Old Wang, his left hand slightly parting, easily breaking through the wave of soul pressure.

"The opportunity is about to begin." Hei Wukai smiled at Manku, speaking lightly, "Will you behave, or shall I make you behave?"

"Hei Wukai, hahahaha!" Manku laughed wildly, a flash of ferocity in his eyes. Having experienced true life and death, he had become who he was now. Today, no one would escape.

Buzz buzz buzz!

The blood color on his body expanded, his soul power seemed to endlessly increase, some small stones on the ground even floated lightly under the surging soul power, circling around him!

"I think it's you who should behave! I hate your ugly smile. When you become part of me, let's see if you can still laugh!"

This is an unimaginable surge of soul power, its magnitude feels like it has even surpassed the limits of Tiger Peak.

Each person's Tiger Peak is unique; some excel in speed, others in recovery, damage, or soul power. However, regardless of the type, Tiger Peak has a theoretical limit—soul power levels cannot differ too much. Yet, Blood Demon Manku's current magnitude has clearly surpassed that limit, even by several times!

Although he hasn't broken through to the ghost level yet, he's very close. To others, Manku now seems like a 'colossus'!

Hei Wukai's face still bears that lazy smile, appearing fearless. Meanwhile, a voice emanates from the direction of the Nine Gods: "Manku!"

It's Long Feixue's voice, tinged with coldness: "First, address the illusion issue. Your personal vendetta with Hei Wukai can wait."

"Hah! Long Feixue!" Manku laughs wildly as his soul power continues to expand. Long Feixue isn't his superior; though of noble status, she's merely a powerless royal offshoot. With his current strength, killing Hei Wukai would surely earn him the favor of the two princes upon his return to the Nine Gods, revitalizing the blood clan: "Since when have you been speaking for the League of Blades? I'll deal with these guys first; this is none of your concern!"

Long Feixue casts him an indifferent glance, while Hei Wukai takes a step forward. "Look at you, all smug. Come on, let me end this for you." Clearly, he's unfazed by Manku's rapidly escalating power.

The sound of collapse outside the altar hall continues to echo, yet the atmosphere inside has instantly tensed up. Manku's entire being radiates murderous intent, but before he can act—

A thunderous boom!

The entire hall suddenly quakes violently, the ground beneath their feet trembles and sways. Then, a crack abruptly splits open atop the stone statue at the hall's center.

Crack!

The crack rapidly extends from the top of the stone statue down to its massive eight-legged lower body.

Crack, crack, crack... Everyone forgets the earlier matter between Manku and the rose, as the splitting crack captures everyone's gaze and attention.

When the crack reaches the tips of the eight legs, the 'crack' sound stops, and the entire hall falls momentarily quiet.

Suddenly, a faint blue energy thread appears on the split crack of the stone statue, as if it were some kind of seal, pulling like a broken lotus root, weaving into an energy net that forcibly maintains the stone crack about to burst apart.

Everyone instantly understands.

The blue energy net at the cave entrance before entering this altar hall wasn't some monster's self-protection—it was a seal placed by a powerful being on this demon!

Naga with a human body and spider legs!

Ranked eighty-ninth in the *Nine Heavens Annals*, legend has it she was originally a human hero, but because she fell in love with the Supreme Sage Teacher and could not accept his promiscuity, she cursed Wang Meng with dark power, only to backfire on herself, transforming her into this half-human, half-ghost form. She then slaughtered humans en masse, stirring up countless storms of blood, and was eventually personally sealed by Wang Meng in a mysterious place.

Of course, this is just a legend. The dark lineage existed on the Nine Heavens continent before the Eight Tribes but later disappeared for some reason. Some say it was destroyed by the Eight Tribes, but the Mandala Empire neither confirms nor denies it. What is certain is that the dark civilization did exist.

The spacious space is deathly silent, and at this moment, everyone can't help but swallow their saliva.

If it really is Naga, that is a being that once made the Supreme Sage Teacher take action. Even if it's just a wisp of its remnant soul or a clone, it would probably be far more troublesome than the Tree Demon on the first floor!

Everyone's eyes are tightly fixed, including Manku, who was full of murderous intent moments ago, now captivated by the split stone statue.

Tap... That is a wisp of black aura, as if alive, slowly 'crawling' out from the split stone crack. It easily passes through the gaps of the energy net without touching it at all, then gently rests on the upper edge of the split stone crack, like a hand reaching up from a thousand-foot cliff!

Then comes the second wisp, the third wisp, densely packed dark auras extending one by one from the crack, thousands of them, all resting on the stone crack.

Crack... crack, crack, crack...

The black auras desperately push and pry, the split stone crack growing larger and larger. The blue energy net is stretched longer by the split stone crack, becoming thinner and thinner, trembling slightly!

"Should we attack now?"

Finally, someone blurts out, but as soon as the words fall, even he himself feels stupid. Attacking the stone statue now would be equivalent to helping the other side break free.

The stone crevice, which had been slowly widening, suddenly stopped. The blue energy lines were stretched to their breaking point, no longer trembling at all.

"Be careful," Long Feixue said coolly.

The blue sealing energy finally collapsed, dissipating into a shower of blue stardust in the air. The already cracked stone statue exploded with a thunderous roar, sending countless shards of stone and dust flying in all directions!

Bang bang bang bang bang!

Like buckshot, the stone shards instantly filled the entire area. All around, wizards swiftly conjured numerous ice and earth shields, while warriors used their weapons to deflect the debris. Yet, the force of the shards was staggering, and many were wounded. But this was not the end.

Amidst the dust, several massive shadows suddenly lunged forward.

Hei Wukai's eyes gleamed with intensity as he seized Wang Feng beside him and swiftly soared into the air.

"Ah!" "Aah!"

"What the hell is that?"

Amidst the exclamations of the crowd, a series of piercing sounds followed.

Six slender black spikes, bristling with tiny barbed hooks, shot through the air. Some pierced through one person, while others skewered two or three like kebabs. Both Holy Sanctuary disciples and War Academy cultivators were struck. The ice shields, earth shields, and energy shields they had erected offered no resistance against the terrifying spikes, easily pierced through.

They gaped in disbelief at the gaping holes in their chests.

Most of their companions were paralyzed with shock, unable to react in time to help. The six barbed spikes abruptly retracted into the dust, and the pierced individuals let out horrified screams and cries for help. But in the blink of an eye, such sounds were suddenly cut off.

Thud thud thud... Crunch crunch crunch...

Despite the carnage they had witnessed on the first level, the horrifying sound of chewing from within the dust still sent chills down nearly everyone's spine, their backs cold with fear. A few even instinctively recoiled.

The churning dust began to gradually dissipate, revealing a massive shadow before everyone's eyes.

It was a monstrous figure, towering five to six meters tall. It had the body of a spider, with eight slender legs extending from an oval-shaped mass. Some of the legs were smeared with blood, a ghastly sight.

At first sight, its upper body appeared to be that of an old woman with four arms. The old woman was naked, her skin resembling the wrinkled bark of a dead tree. Her drooping breasts hung low, her silver hair was disheveled, and her face was etched with deep wrinkles. Her mouth was smeared with blood, and most of her teeth were missing. In each of her four hands, she clutched a bloody mass, some of which still quivered faintly.

These were the hearts of the disciples who had just been killed. The chests of over a dozen corpses on the ground were hollowed out, and the old woman was feeding the still-warm hearts into her mouth.

Crunch crunch crunch...

The horrifying sound of chewing turned many stomachs. Simultaneously, the old woman's flesh began to plump up. A fissure opened on her forehead, revealing a massive vertical eye.

The hearts gave her strength. Her sagging chest began to swell, and her withered skin regained its luster. In no time, she transformed into a radiant, alluring figure, her eyes filled with charm as she gazed around, letting out a clear, melodious laugh.

"Giggle giggle giggle!"

The laughter reverberated through the vast space, mesmerizing and intoxicating. For a moment, it was as if a beautiful young girl, pure and lovely, was waving at you from the riverside, her jade-like feet dangling in the water.

Demonic Whisper!

The disciples with weaker willpower were instantly ensnared. At least twenty or thirty were immediately entranced, their faces blank with foolish smiles, their eyes vacant as they stared in the direction of the Naga. Some even began to walk toward it.

"Souls summoned, souls returned, the River Styx sends you off, the ferryman's umbrella, the eight directions suppress the soul!"

A loud shout rang out as a lantern-shaped soul artifact was thrown into the air, emitting an eerie blue light. Dozens of wind chimes hung from it.

It spun rapidly, the wind chimes swaying and ringing, ding ding ding ding ding!

The high-pitched sound of the chimes clashed with the laughter, disrupting its rhythm. The disciples who had been entranced and walking toward the Naga suddenly snapped out of it, quickly stopping in their tracks.

The laughter suddenly stopped, and the rejuvenated woman's vertical eye on her forehead suddenly opened, a demonic light shot out, striking the Soul Summoning Lantern.

The Soul Summoning Lantern swayed, its ghostly light dimming, and Momosang below also frowned slightly, taking a few steps back.

Swish!

Naga Luo's four arms moved, and four soul weapons appeared in her grasp.

Sword, knife, halberd, and shield—her body lunged forward, but at the same time, Long Feixue, Ye Dun, Hei Wukai, and others stepped forward in unison. Each exuded an imposing aura, like war gods standing firm on all sides, completely surrounding her.

Naga Luo halted her advance and slowly straightened up.

Her striking eyes swept around with mild interest, examining the few lesser beings daring to oppose her. A faint smile curled at the corner of Naga Luo's lips, followed by a surge of black soul power erupting from her body. The terrifying pressure replaced the earlier laughter, instantly enveloping the entire area!

She had lost interest in the lesser beings; now, she was intrigued by those blocking her path. Such bold individuals, who had the courage of bears and leopards, must have delicious hearts!

The dreadful pressure was so intense that even Long Feixue and the others could barely resist it, while some disciples standing behind them couldn't help but feel an overwhelming urge to kneel.

More terrifying than a Tree Demon, undoubtedly a ghost-level mid-tier!

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