Chapter 339: Insect God Eye

Crunch... Crash!

The spider silk Naga Luo had plunged into the ground suddenly tensed straight. The ground, pierced by the black spider silk, was ripped apart, making the entire area tremble. Two massive rocks, each roughly ten meters across and several meters thick, were forcibly ripped from the earth. The black spider silk exerted force, and the two giant rocks, like small mountains, hurtled towards Hei Wukai and Long Feixue on either side.

Thud, thud, thud, thud...

The power of the giant rocks was astonishing. Hei Wukai's numerous clones burst upon contact, swiftly disintegrating. Opposite, Long Feixue appeared buried under the giant rock.

In the next instant, black flames flared. The vanished hundred ghosts weren't destroyed; they had coalesced in one spot. From where Hei Wukai was 'buried,' a massive black shadow emerged behind the rock.

It stood seven to eight meters tall, with a green visage, fangs, and a sharp horn atop its head. In its grasp, a black-flame trident surged with fiery currents. With a resounding boom! it shattered the giant rock of comparable size. The black-flame trident drove downward, aiming for Naga Luo's chest.

Across the way, the giant rock split open, cracks racing across its surface as a blinding white light burst forth.

In an instant, the blazing white tip of the sword pierced through the giant rock. The mountain-sized rock burst into seven or eight fragments, scattering wildly. The flying sword was unstoppable!

Before the sword even struck, Naga Luo sensed imminent doom. The sword's force coming towards it was almost tearing it apart.

Ghost Initial and Ghost Middle denote their soul power levels. Though soul power levels were suppressed, humans excelled at focusing their strength to exploit enemy weaknesses. Clearly, Naga Luo couldn't overwhelm them through brute strength alone.

"Roar! Roar! Roar!"

Naga Luo let out an angry, mournful roar. Its vertical pupils, already strained to the max, suddenly split wider, taking up nearly half its face. Its flesh and nose tore, oozing black blood!

Amidst extreme pain, it gained extraordinary power. The black vertical pupils morphed into a massive phantom demon eye. The phantom appeared and began to spiral wildly, as if turning into a vortex black hole capable of devouring everything, a myriad of demons...

It chose mutual destruction!

But at that moment, the spinning phantom demon eye suddenly stopped.

Naga Luo's consciousness, which should have completely vanished, was suddenly awakened. It felt its demon eye being interfered with by a terrifying presence, forcibly interrupting its devouring eye technique.

What is it? Who is it?!

Naga Luo was extremely shocked, but in the blink of an eye, this momentary interference was a fatal rhythm.

Boom!

Hei Wukai landed with his sword, while Long Feixue hovered with his sword on his back. The two seemed to have swapped their starting positions.

Naga Luo's body remained motionless in place. The phantom demon eye had completely disappeared, and the black energy flow that had been swirling around Naga Luo also quietly dispersed. The vertical pupil on its forehead had shrunk back to the size of a normal eye, but the torn flesh did not heal. Black blood quietly flowed out from within.

Swish swish!

The Yecha Wolf Fang Sword and the Heavenly Sword drew a set of black and white arcs in front of the two who stood back to back, then sheathed. Behind them, Naga Luo, as if affected by the sword's resonance, still supported its body with its eight legs, but its upper body tilted slightly. Its head, chest, and waist suddenly split into three sections, smoothly sliding off and crashing to the ground. A massive amount of black blood gushed from its body, instantly forming a small stream-like black flow beneath its corpse.

Hei Wukai's lips curled into a slight smile, about to greet Long Feixue, when he heard Mapeier's low call: "Senior brother!"

...

Old Wang was in a tough spot. Although it was the same eye technique of the Insect God species, using it against a Tiger Peak disciple and this terrifying Naga Luo was completely different in magnitude.

The soul power had crossed too many levels. In fact, all he could do was a momentary interference, but at the critical moment, interrupting the opponent's spellcasting was enough to be fatal in a battle between masters.

Of course, the consumption of soul power was much greater than imagined. Old Wang had already stuffed a bottle of soul-replenishing potion into his mouth. Moreover, these days of subjective development and adaptation to the Insect God species had greatly improved his soul power elasticity, but he still couldn't stabilize it. His vision went black, and he sat down heavily.

Mapeier also carried soul-replenishing potions, meant for Old Wang's emergencies. She skillfully pried open Wang Feng's mouth and poured it in.

Two bottles of soul-replenishing potions in a row meant the body's absorption would be greatly reduced, causing a lot of waste, but it was enough to pull Old Wang back from the brink of death. Old Wang, who usually paid great attention to health, couldn't care less at this moment.

Hei Wukai knew that Old Wang had a black hole condition. Although he didn't know exactly what Old Wang had done just now, he was certain that Old Wang had forcefully used his soul power. The sudden interruption of Nagaraja's demonic eye might have been related to Wang Feng's actions. Recalling the heart-stopping devouring force in Nagaraja's demonic eye at that time, Hei Wukai couldn't help but feel a sense of relief. If it weren't for Old Wang's move that interrupted Nagaraja's attack, he and Long Feixue might not have succeeded, and there might even have been a life-threatening situation.

Seeing Wang Feng's breathing gradually stabilize and his face regain some color, Hei Wukai finally felt a bit relieved. He turned to look at Mapeier beside him, wondering how this girl from the Judicial Department had gotten involved with Wang Feng. But seeing how skillfully she had applied the medicine to Old Wang just now, it was clear that she had a close and deep relationship with him. Just as he was about to ask her a few questions, he noticed that Mapeier's gaze was fixed on Cang Jue.

Hei Wukai had some understanding of Cang Jue. The aloof and proud Snow Princess probably regarded even Long Feixue as just an ordinary person. But now, she was instinctively standing in front of Wang Feng, subtly protecting him. Although it was just an instinctive action... Hei Wukai couldn't help but chuckle. It seemed that his brother had quite a way with women!

Long Feixue also walked over. The sudden interruption of Nagaraja's demonic eye had been too bizarre, and Wang Feng's fainting had been perfectly timed, making it impossible not to notice.

He gave Wang Feng a brief glance but ultimately kept his gaze fixed on Hei Wukai.

To be honest, after achieving the unity of heaven and humanity, Long Feixue had once thought that he should be invincible among the younger generation. Even when he had previously taken an interest in Hei Wukai and considered him a rival, he had done so while 'ignoring' the unity of heaven and humanity. He had thought that dimensional combat techniques were Hei Wukai's limit. But he had never expected...

"Brother Wukai, how long have you achieved this?" Long Feixue asked with a slight smile.

"More than half a year," Hei Wukai replied.

Hei Wukai clearly understood what the other was thinking. There was a sense of mutual admiration, as well as a feeling of starting anew. As their eyes met, both of them smiled.

"Senior brother is awake."

With Mapeier's voice, Old Wang finally opened his eyes. Hei Wukai turned around, also smiling. Naturally, he couldn't mention Old Wang's black hole condition to the people from Nine Gods. He simply asked, "Old Wang, are you okay?"

The soul-replenishing potion was his special medicine. Two bottles at once had an extraordinary effect. The fainting came and went quickly, but it was a bit painful. This stuff wasn't easy to refine, and he didn't have much left. If he kept using two bottles at a time like this, he would soon run out.

"Damn, that scared me so much I thought I was having a heart attack!" Old Wang blinked, moved his arms, and slowly stood up. Just then, there was a loud crash in front of them. Nagaraja's half-standing spider legs collapsed, splattering black blood everywhere. A black, spherical object rolled out from the mess and came towards them.

Long Feixue, Cang Jue, and Hei Wukai all saw it and were curious about what it was. But before they could react, Wang Feng, who had just been looking sickly, dashed forward and grabbed the black orb.

This was clearly the treasure of this level. The soul power reaction wasn't particularly strong, and it seemed similar to the Bloodsoul Orbs dropped by the Tree Demons on the first level. However, there was only one here, whereas there had been countless on the first level.

Long Feixue had also studied the Bloodsoul Orbs from the first level. They weren't particularly useful, but they looked similar to the black orb just now. He didn't pay much attention to it, thinking it was more like some kind of token or tool that might be useful in deeper layers of the illusion.

Long Feixue didn't care, Cang Jue wouldn't fight Old Wang for it, and Hei Wukai and Mapeier certainly wouldn't either. The only one who might have cared, Fa Cang, was still sitting on the other side, gasping for breath and unable to even stand.

Compared to the black orb, Long Feixue was more concerned about the next level of the illusion. Nagaraja had fallen, but the environment remained unchanged, which was strange.

"Brother Wukai, is there another monster similar to Nagaraja?" Long Feixue looked around. Although defeating Nagaraja had seemed easy, the truth was that forcibly invoking the unity of heaven and humanity had consumed a lot of soul power. If another monster appeared now...

As soon as he finished speaking, Nagaraja's corpse in front of them quivered slightly.

Everyone was stunned and looked over.

The puddle of black blood quivered slightly, and then, as if controlled by some strange force, the black blood began to flow backward, and the corpse began to reassemble!

The black blood on the ground quickly flowed back into Nagaraja's body. The upper body, now split into three sections, began to reassemble itself. Not only that, the collapsed spider legs also stood up again!

With a loud rumble, the towering figure stood up once more. The pale arms once again wielded swords, shields, and halberds!

Everyone was shocked. Even Long Feixue and Hei Wukai showed slight changes in their expressions. The unity of heaven and humanity and the Ghost Yaksha state had already consumed almost all of their soul power. There was no way they could do it again immediately. If Nagaraja revived and they had to fight it again, they would truly be doomed!

But the reconstructed body quickly froze again.

The reconstructed body began to rapidly turn to stone. In just half a minute, it had returned to the statue-like state that Old Wang and his companions had seen when they first entered this place. At the same time...

A deep rumble echoed...

Directly beneath the stone statue, a large section of the ground sank uniformly, revealing a set of descending steps. A passageway, glowing with an eerie dark green light, materialized before everyone.

Contrary to the first layer's spatial collapse, this time a stable passageway emerged...

Everyone peered into the dark green passage, which twisted and turned, disappearing into the depths. No overwhelming soul power emanated from it, but there was no doubt that this was the path leading to the next layer of the illusion.

Despite the passage's appearance, no one rushed to enter. The confrontation with Naga Luo had severely depleted their soul power, and everyone was now quietly recuperating. The tranquil passage seemed harmless, yet its true dangers remained unknown. With the space still intact, it was only logical to regain as much strength as possible.

Long Feixue cast a calm glance at Hei Wukai: "Brother Kai, it appears our duel must wait."

"Opportunity will come," Hei Wukai nodded in agreement. "What do you say? Shall we press on to the next layer?"

Long Feixue offered a faint smile, but before she could respond, Cang Jue interjected: "I suggest we stop here."

Truth be told, everyone had entered the Soul Illusion Realm with grossly underestimated expectations. Historical accounts of three-layer illusions rarely mentioned adversaries as formidable as Naga Luo. The primary threat within the illusion stemmed from the rivalries among the assembled experts, so no one had taken the inherent dangers of the illusion seriously. The prevailing notion was that venturing in was akin to a treasure hunt, which was why the Nine Gods and the League of Blades dared to let these Tiger Peak disciples compete here. Yet now, reality had struck hard.

"Naga Luo had pushed us to our limits, and we were merely at the second layer. If we go deeper, the dangers below are beyond our expectations." It wasn't cowardice. Having confirmed the Celestial Master Sect's Chosen One, Cang Jue knew she was no longer just a simple adventurer but had to prioritize Wang Feng's safety above all else. As she spoke, she glanced at Wang Feng out of the corner of her eye, clearly wanting him to "confirm" as well. However, she saw that he had already pocketed the black bead and was sitting cross-legged, quietly recuperating his soul power. Unlike the others who didn't want to reveal their exhaustion, he didn't bother hiding it. But... why was a Tiger Peak practitioner recuperating here? Did he plan to continue?

Cang Jue had no choice but to look at Mapeier beside Wang Feng. The two were a team.

"I'll follow my senior brother's lead," Mapeier said, looking at Wang Feng.

"Cang Jue is right. Going further would likely be suicide," Shadowblade Fazang said as he walked over. His right hand was clutching his chest, and his face was pale. Although he had only faced Naga Luo's first form, it had been a direct, full-force attack. He still couldn't circulate his soul power, indicating that his core had been severely injured.

"I choose to give up," Fazang said, his expression slightly downcast.

His decision to give up wasn't just due to his injuries but also a sense of disillusionment. Earlier, in the dark cave passage, he had fought Hei Wukai and felt they were evenly matched, fitting their respective positions as second or third in their factions. But after witnessing Hei Wukai and Long Feixue's performance against Naga Luo...

Just that dazzling dimensional-level combat technique alone was enough to suppress him, not to mention their full potential unleashed at the Ghost Initial level! He had been completely outclassed. The imagined rivalry had been nothing but his own delusion; they hadn't even been serious, just playing around.

It felt like he had given his all, barely managing to catch a glimpse of their dust, secretly pleased and ready to push harder, only for them to turn around, chuckle, and suddenly accelerate, leaving him completely in the dust. Honestly, the blow was too much.

Long Feixue nodded. Given Fazang's condition, leaving was indeed his best choice. Cang Jue's suggestion to leave was also reasonable, but as for herself and Hei Wukai...

Before Long Feixue could speak, another voice suddenly rang out.

"If I'm not mistaken..." It was Old Wang, who had caught his breath during the recuperation. "The third layer will likely test the soul. Whether we succeed or fail, it will be a chance for self-improvement. I want to give it a try. The rest of you can do as you please."

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