Chapter 337 Projection of the World

Hum!

The unveiled vertical pupil was large and round, almost covering her entire forehead. A strange light pulsed from it, accompanied by her roar. A black sound wave centered around Naga Luo swept indiscriminately in all directions, as if to cleanse the entire area.

Soulquake Cannon!

The first to take the hit were Mo Tong, Aota, and Zhao Ziyue, who were at the forefront. Sensing the unusual nature of the sound wave, all three of them changed their expressions simultaneously, instinctively dropping into a defensive stance. However, the sound wave was not a force-based attack.

As the demonic sound passed through their minds, the three immediately felt a deafening buzz in their ears, as if countless insects had suddenly appeared in their bodies, frantically devouring their very essence. Their faces turned pale, blood seeped from their ears and noses, and they fought to keep their balance.

The wide-ranging assault left everyone else in a similar state. The Soulquake Cannon was silent, directly impacting the soul, leaving no method of defense. Even Long Feixue's soul power shield was useless, forcing her to grimace and fall back, relying on sheer willpower to suppress the discomfort in her soul. Everyone around was instantly sent reeling, with almost no one able to stand steadily—except for the two who seemed the weakest: Mapeier and Old Wang.

At its core, the Soulquake Cannon was a resonance of soul frequencies. Mapeier and Naga Luo were both of the spider-kind, sharing the same frequency, so the cannon had little effect on her soul. As for Old Wang... the resonance of the insect species frequency was utterly dismissed by the Insect God species. Ridiculous! Did a mere soldier think they could control a king? When the Soulquake Cannon swept over him, Old Wang didn't feel a thing, as if it were just a passing gust.

The previously evenly matched situation had now turned into a total collapse, with almost everyone injured.

Naga Luo, with her vertical pupil unveiled, had visibly grown more powerful than before. Dense veins spread from the pupil across her originally beautiful face, marking a second transformation. Her expression twisted into a snarl.

"Retreat!" Ye Dun barked, blood faintly seeping from his nose. He felt that his essence had been injured.

"Brother Ye, that thing is on its last legs!" Zhao Ziyue, who was more severely injured than Ye Dun, was reluctant to give up. He had been at the forefront and had the best grasp of Naga Luo's condition. He felt that the creature was out of options. This was an opportunity they had struggled to seize, and now they were just going to abandon it?

Ye Dun didn't respond. His soul seed was special, giving him an uncanny intuition.

Was this the last gasp? Death throes? More like a cornered beast! He could sense that although Naga Luo was beginning to falter, her will was entering a state of frenzy. He could even feel that her strength still had room to grow. This was far from her limit. The open terrain of the altar offered no solid cover, and the area wasn't large. If Naga Luo fully descended into frenzy, staying here would likely mean life or death.

A wise man knows when to retreat. Taking risks is for those with nothing to lose. No merit is worth more than one's own life.

Boom!

Naga Luo's attack wasn't over. A second wave of the Soulquake Cannon erupted, and the terrifying soul frequency vibration struck again. Ye Dun didn't bother with Zhao Ziyue anymore, turning and leaping into the spatial vortex. Jiaoxi and Gule followed without hesitation.

"Damn it!" Zhao Ziyue cursed under his breath. Ye Dun's judgment had never been wrong. Leaving in such a hurry meant he had truly sensed danger. Moreover, this second wave of the Soulquake Cannon was clearly stronger than the first. Already injured, Zhao Ziyue nearly fainted. Though unwilling, he quickly retreated.

Not just the five from the Holy Sanctuary, but the Nine Gods group on the other side also retreated, including Fu Yu, who had defeated the Tree Demon in the first layer. This thing was different from the Tree Demon; it wasn't something she was good at dealing with. Staying here would only increase the danger.

In just a few seconds, the already sparse crowd had dwindled by two-thirds. The Soulquake Cannon was like a large-scale screening method. Those who could withstand it still had the strength to fight, but those who couldn't had no choice but to retreat.

Aota and Mo Tong couldn't hold on either. The two had been closest to Naga Luo, and now blood was seeping from their ears, noses, and mouths. Aota stumbled over to Old Wang: "Boss, let's go, let's go! I promised Zhiyu we'd leave together! This is no place for humans!"

"Alright, let's go!" Old Wang gave Mapeier a look, and a strand of spider silk instantly wrapped around Aota's foot, yanking him. Already unsteady, Aota fell and tumbled into the spatial vortex outside.

"Mo Tong!" Hei Wukai barked.

Mo Tong really didn't want to leave, but he had no choice. This was the first time he had encountered a character who could shake him to the core with just sound. He quickly ran to the side. Having seen Aota being tricked, he knew that even he couldn't stay. Was Wang Feng joking? He reached out to grab Wang Feng: "Wang Feng, let's go! This is no place for you!"

But before his hand could reach Wang Feng, another large hand firmly grabbed him.

"Xiao Bang, take him away," Wang Feng impatiently waved his hand.

"Yes, senior... brother."

Xiao Bang nodded. His understanding of internal and external soul power couldn't withstand such a soul impact. He was also struggling to hold on. As for why his master wasn't leaving, that wasn't something Xiao Bang needed to worry about. If his master wished, he could probably kill this terrifying monster in an instant.

Before Mo Tong could react, Xiao Bang had already pulled him and leaped into the spatial vortex. What was wrong with this Dragon Moon Prince? Were they even that close???

By now, Naga Luo's vertical pupil had fully unveiled, as if releasing some kind of seal. Her aura grew even stronger. The area, which had originally held dozens of people, was now almost completely cleared, with only six people still standing.

On the opposite side were Long Feixue, Shadowblade Fazang, and Cang Jue. Having withstood two waves of the Soulquake Cannon, even experts like Ye Dun and Xiao Bang couldn't hold on. Yet these three remained calm and composed, their expressions as cold as water. This wasn't just a matter of strength; each of them had their own clever methods to counter the soul resonance of the Soulquake Cannon.

On the side of the Holy Sanctuary, there were also three people, but the quality was incomparable...

Six pairs of eyes met in the air, filled with mutual appreciation and a hint of surprise. Hei Wukai couldn't help but feel a mix of amusement and exasperation. He had persuaded Mo Tong to leave, but he didn't expect Wang Feng to stay: "Old Wang, what are you still doing here?"

"It's fine! You guys fight, I'll just watch. Maybe I can help out?" Wang Feng said cheerfully, casually pulling open his clothes.

Clang, clang, clang... As he opened his clothes, there was a sound of clashing. The others present were all unshakable figures, but seeing what was inside Wang Feng's clothes, they couldn't help but twitch their eyelids slightly. Inside Wang Feng's clothes were rows of Skyburst Grenades, at least twenty or thirty of them.

Honestly, Skyburst Grenades aren't very effective against human experts, and using them on weaker humans is wasteful. But against monsters, especially large ones like Naga Luo, they are exceptionally effective. With such a long string of Skyburst Grenades neatly arranged, if they were to hit, even Naga Luo would probably cry out in pain. However...

Cang Jue, on the opposite side, maintained a straight face but was secretly amused. Hei Wukai couldn't help but shake his head.

But looking at Wang Feng's position, seeing him hiding far away at the edge, ready to escape at any moment, Hei Wukai felt somewhat reassured. As for Mapeier, who was protecting Wang Feng, Hei Wukai paid her no mind. It wasn't that he couldn't see Mapeier's strength, but in the eyes of the three Nine Gods experts and Naga Luo, Mapeier's power was insignificant.

"Brother Feixue," Hei Wukai shifted his gaze from Wang Feng to Long Feixue.

Long Feixue thought he wanted to discuss battle tactics and looked over.

"Wang Feng is my friend," Hei Wukai, who usually appeared lazy, now had a sharp gleam in his eyes and spoke straightforwardly: "Today, we are joining forces to eliminate this demonic threat. If I fall here, so be it. But if I survive, anyone who dares to sneak attack Wang Feng will face my wrath, and I swear to annihilate the nine clans of all involved!"

Long Feixue was momentarily stunned. Although he knew the Eight Tribes were representing Rose in this battle, he believed their pride would prevent them from truly respecting humans. But what Hei Wukai just said clearly went beyond the scope of ordinary friends or teammates. He never expected the relationship between humans and the Eight Tribes to be this close.

Hei Wukai's words carried weight, more than a mere threat. If a master like Hei Wukai were to lose face, it would be the greatest threat.

Long Feixue glanced at Wang Feng. No matter what abilities he had, if he couldn't fight, Long Feixue wasn't interested. He calmly said, "Brother Kai, you worry too much. With a great enemy before us, naturally, there is no distinction between Nine Gods and the League of Blades. Let's join forces to deal with Naga Luo first, and discuss other matters after the battle! Cang Jue, Fa Cang, what do you think?"

Cang Jue and Fa Cang both nodded simultaneously.

Hei Wukai nodded. These three were clearly proud individuals, and the likelihood of them going back on their word for some bounty was slim.

By now, Naga Luo had undergone her second transformation. The vertical pupil on her forehead, opening and closing, intensified her soul pressure. The flickering beauty in her eyes also seemed to have gained a bit more wisdom than before.

She fixed a cold gaze on the six who remained. Those who could ignore her Soul Resonance Cannon were extraordinary and worthy of being sacrifices for her true resurrection!

Whoosh!

Naga Luo's eight long legs suddenly moved, not to attack but to quickly draw a large circle on the ground. Then, buzz, buzz, buzz...

Everyone's expression turned serious as a layer of blue energy rose from the edges of the space, instantly forming a dome that enveloped the entire altar clearing.

Mapeier immediately shot out spider silk, attempting to pierce the energy dome, but it remained unyielding, not even a ripple disturbed.

"Don't waste your energy, it's useless," Wang Feng said without a hint of surprise.

From the moment he resolved to act, he had been using ice bees to scrutinize every detail in this dark cavern. From the composition of the dark monster clans and the large terrain structure to the winding shapes of each cavern passage and the patterns of various dark monsters' appearances...

Wang Feng was analyzing the patterns. Every dungeon in Nine Heavens Annals seemed different, but to him, the designer, they all shared common patterns. The facts observed now proved that those design patterns could fully explain every detail he observed here. The essence of the patterns was completely interconnected!

Not to mention this final barrier isolating the scene, Wang Feng felt he could even foresee the situation in the third layer of the illusion. It should no longer be a simple monster map but a test of the soul's essence... As for the current situation, Naga Luo was indeed formidable, but Hei Wukai and Long Feixue still had a chance, especially with his help...

Their eyes were locked on Naga Luo. Cang Jue's snow-white jade hand gently waved, and a cute little fairy with dragonfly wings flew out from her embrace.

Nine Heavens Annals—Snow Spirit.

This was a rare beast with high intelligence, untamable but would naturally attach itself to humans possessing the Ice Jade Divine Seed, forming a symbiotic relationship. Unlike soul beasts, this was a purely natural companionship.

The little creature appeared and began to dance around Cang Jue, its wings fluttering with sparkling snowflakes, seemingly providing some enhancement to Cang Jue. Even without using soul power, the temperature around her dropped by more than ten degrees.

A crystal-clear sorceress staff appeared in Cang Jue's hands. Her eyes flashed with brilliance as she gripped the staff with both hands, holding it horizontally across her chest. It was clear that she had held back during the earlier assault with the group, but now was the time to unleash her true power.

*Buzz!*

A burst of soul power erupted from Cang Jue, instantly plunging the area within several meters around her into a wintry freeze. Frost spread, snowflakes formed out of thin air, and the ground beneath her feet rapidly crystallized with ice. A chilling energy swiftly gathered around her, forming a snow-white light at the tip of her staff, which continued to expand.

The immense energy signaled a powerful sorcery spell. The battle had truly begun!

Nagaraja clearly perceived the threat. Its eight spider legs shifted as it lunged toward Cang Jue, but before it could take a step, Hei Wukai and Long Feixue appeared in front of it.

Hei Wukai's right hand gripped his sword hilt as he crouched low, dashing forward like lightning, targeting Nagaraja's lower body.

Nagaraja's spider leg swept forward in a horizontal slash. Hei Wukai abruptly dropped to his knees, arching backward to evade the sweeping leg while using the momentum of his charge to slide beneath Nagaraja's body.

Maintaining his kneeling slide, Hei Wukai's eyes flashed with determination. His bent knees suddenly exerted force, launching him upward in a hooking motion toward Nagaraja's abdomen as he drew his sword.

A brilliant white sword light instantly illuminated the area.

*Draw Slash Technique: Yasha Dimensional Strike!*

Hei Wukai, now hooked upward, spun like a top in mid-air. The radiant white sword light traced a perfect arc, slashing upward toward Nagaraja's massive, tender spider abdomen.

At the same time, Long Feixue leaped several meters into the air, attacking from the front. The Heavenly Sword thrust forward, its blade extending a full ten meters in an instant.

*Celestial Dragon Soaring Flash!*

This was a dimensional-level force of destruction, capable of bypassing any supernatural ability or defense within the same tier.

This was the pinnacle of swordsmanship achievable at the Tiger Peak level, or perhaps even the pinnacle of martial arts at that level. Previously, it was thought that only Hei Wukai could achieve this, but now Long Feixue had joined the ranks. What was even more impressive was the seamless coordination between the two.

Old Wang, watching from the sidelines, felt like snacking on sunflower seeds. True experts were awe-inspiring. These two had never met before, yet their coordination was flawless. The simultaneous attacks from above and below would overwhelm any opponent, leaving them unable to evade.

But Nagaraja didn't need to evade. A dark aura emerged in its vertical eye, and a black soul shield instantly expanded, enveloping its main body while leaving its eight spider legs exposed.

This soul shield had previously deflected the fire spear of the Flame War Mage Gege with ease, but now, under the dimensional-level attacks, it began to falter.

*Bang! Bang!*

Two loud explosions rang out. The sword lights were neutralized, but the black soul shield also cracked extensively before shattering completely.

Still, it had managed to block the attacks. Without hesitation, Nagaraja used its spider legs to strike at Hei Wukai below, while its upper body's four arms wielded swords, spears, and shields to slash at Long Feixue. The crude yet powerful use of soul energy made even the simplest moves devastating.

The two masters retreated to evade the onslaught, but before Nagaraja could catch its breath, a third—no, two additional figures appeared above its head.

Two figures, one on the left and one on the right, looked exactly alike. It was Shadowblade Fazang's shadow clones!

With a flick of his wrist, silver daggers stabbed toward Nagaraja's eyes from both sides, making it impossible to discern which was real.

But Nagaraja let out a chilling laugh. The vertical eye on its forehead suddenly glowed with an eerie red light.

The two attacking Fazangs, illuminated by the red light, vanished instantly—both were clones, with no true body! Meanwhile, less than half a meter above Nagaraja's head, a concealed shadow was revealed by the red light.

The concealed shadow froze in place. His dagger was less than half a meter from Nagaraja's vertical eye, but he could no longer advance. His entire body hung suspended in mid-air.

*Binding Curse.*

Old Wang raised an eyebrow. This monster had quite a few tricks up its sleeve. Binding Fazang seemed effortless. Wang Feng's heart itched with curiosity. This journey through the soul illusion realm had given him many insights. He had long pondered whether his *Yu Jiu Tian* had projected this world, making him the creator, or whether his ideas were influenced by this world's projection. By now, he had a rough idea. Some of the inexplicable thoughts and ideas in his dreams were likely influenced by the Nine Heavens world, a kind of projection from the fourth dimension through the soul realm. This was probably the reason he could come here.

After all, he had nothing in common with a "god."

At the same time, Naga Luo, wielding a sword and a dagger, thrust directly towards the suspended Fa Cang.

Large beads of sweat rolled down Fa Cang's forehead, his entire body trembling slightly in struggle. Just as he was about to be skewered, he suddenly bit his tongue, spitting a mouthful of blood towards Naga Luo.

Bang!

The sword and dagger missed, the binding spell was forcibly broken, and Fa Cang, clutching his chest, was flung backward. But before he could retreat to a safe zone, a spike was already aimed and shot at him.

Fa Cang, with his blood surging, barely managed to block with his dagger—boom!

The massive impact sent him flying, crashing heavily into the edge of the energy shield, then rebounding back to the ground, limbs sprawled, instantly knocked unconscious.

Having repelled two enemies and taken down one, Naga Luo was full of fighting spirit, intending to pursue the closer Long Feixue. But at that moment, she suddenly found her spider legs unable to move.

She looked down in surprise to see that during the lightning-fast clash, a massive ice crystal had spread from Cang Jue's witch staff to her feet. It was an incredibly terrifying frost, instantly sticking her spider legs, with snowflakes and ice crystals quickly climbing up her legs. In just a second or two, the freezing had directly spread to her spider abdomen, firmly freezing her entire lower body.

Ninth Heaven - Eternal Frost!

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