Apocalypse: Master of Soul Beasts

As Wen Yu opened Pandora's Magic Box, the surrounding attacks gradually dissipated.

The contact had been brief, lasting less than a minute, and the assaults from the various powerful experts ceased the instant Wen Yu opened the Magic Box.

Attacking the Magic Box's holder was an unspoken rule, a part of the contest. Once a holder withstood the barrage from all sides and opened the box, any subsequent attack was tantamount to declaring a feud!

No one was willing to make a mortal enemy out of a super powerful expert like Wen Yu.

Wen Yu understood this underlying agreement too.

"Return my dog!" Wen Yu said coolly to the black-robed man who had just appeared before everyone.

The black-robed man gave a wry smile and, with a wave of his hands, the raging miniature sandstorm slowly subsided, revealing Cyclops's blood-streaked figure.

"GRRR..." Cyclops growled deeply, his gaze fixed on the black-robed man, radiating killing intent.

The attack just now was merely a flesh wound to Cyclops. After activating his Mortal Combat power, the increase in his physical attributes wasn't significant enough to allow him to break out of the sandstorm.

"Come back, Cyclops!"

After issuing the simple command, Wen Yu took another long look at the uniformed trio.

This trio is the most threatening and powerful among everyone present!

Taking a deep breath, Wen Yu began to inspect the items within the Magic Box.

The treasures that appeared in the Magic Box this round were still magic crystals!

Magic crystals were hard currency in the post-apocalyptic world, so it was no exaggeration to call them treasures.

There were ten Level 2 magic crystals. Unlike the last time, these were all beast attribute magic crystals.

After taking out the magic crystals and leaving the Magic Box in its original place, Wen Yu slowly backed away.

As Wen Yu retreated, the professionists behind him immediately made way, clearing a large space for him.

Everyone understood the current situation.

Individually, Wen Yu was the strongest, followed by Chu Ziling and the black-robed man.

However, in terms of overall combat power, the uniformed trio was the strongest!

These were the few currently qualified to contend for the Magic Box.

As Wen Yu reached a safe distance, he exited his combat state.

Seeing the small Soul Beast on Wen Yu's shoulder, the eyes of the uniformed trio glinted.

After exchanging glances, Monkey whispered, "Is that Number 1's class?"

Sequence Number 29 nodded slightly. "His own combat ability is far superior to Number 1's. His Soul Beast, however, seems to be holding him back."

No one had witnessed the terrifying state of Cyclops when his Mortal Combat power was fully unleashed. Judging by the strength Cyclops currently displayed, he was indeed holding Wen Yu back somewhat.

"So, he also possesses the Soul Strike ability," Monkey muttered, then shuddered.

Monkey himself had keenly experienced the power of the Soul Strike!

"In terms of overall strength, he's slightly better than Number 1 but far inferior to the Lord God of War!" Sequence Number 29 continued. "Currently, in this treasure land, this person possesses the strongest individual might. If the three of us were to fight him, our chances of winning should be around eighty percent. The next time the Magic Box opens, we will make our move officially. Be prepared!"

Monkey and the robust man nodded slightly in response.

The next contest won't be such a minor skirmish!

Wen Yu directly withdrew Cyclops into the Soul Realm space and simultaneously fed the magic crystals to the small Soul Beast one by one.

After the Soul Beast had absorbed all ten beast attribute magic crystals, its physical attributes had increased to 15 points. In a combat state, Wen Yu's physical attributes would thus reach 62 points!

His Third-level strength was formidable, enough to dominate most, but unfortunately, not enough to completely crush all opposition.

This guaranteed that the next time Wen Yu made a move, he would be everyone's primary target—after all, they wouldn't let him get away with it a third time!

Once the Soul Beast had absorbed all the magic crystals, Wen Yu immediately re-entered a combat state and activated Cyclops's Enhanced Healing ability.

The mangled flesh on his face quickly stopped bleeding. Judging by the healing rate, Wen Yu's injuries would likely be fully healed by the time the Magic Box could be opened for the third time.

The scene lapsed into silence once more. Bystanders occasionally used teleportation jade charms to depart, while others simply retreated into the nearby woods.

Perhaps they realized there was no room for them to interfere with Pandora's Magic Box, or maybe they were waiting for an opportunity from the periphery. After a short while, only a few dozen people remained.

The first to break the silence was the black-robed man, his words directed at Wen Yu and the other powerful experts present.

"Actually, I have a suggestion," the black-robed man began. "I wonder if you all would care to hear it."

Without waiting for any response, he continued, "Look, only a few of us are truly capable of competing for the Magic Box. The others, if you'll pardon my bluntness, are just a pack of hyenas waiting for scraps. If we fight to the death, they'll be the ones to benefit, and that's unacceptable!"

"So..." Even before the black-robed man could finish his sentence, he struck. His targets were the nearby professionists who hadn't yet left.

A distorting force erupted from him once more, instantly sweeping up several weaker professionists. Then, while still in mid-air, these individuals were violently slammed into each other.

The explosive force of his S-class ability made them look like victims of a horrific car crash. Some of the stronger ones were twisted into grotesque shapes; the weaker ones simply exploded.

Only then did the black-robed man voice the rest of his thought, a pathological smile on his face, "So, let's clear out these stragglers first. What do you say?"

Wen Yu finally turned his gaze to the black-robed man. Seeing that smile, Wen Yu couldn't help but feel a shiver of revulsion.

Just as there is darkness, there is light. If there are good people like Sun Ruixing, then naturally, there are also psychopathic madmen who delight in slaughter.

The black-robed man's words weren't entirely without reason. However, Cacodemons Island was vast, and many people had retreated into the woods without teleporting. Could they possibly kill them all?

It was an impossible task. Even if they agreed, they would inevitably face a united assault from everyone else. Should such a situation arise, the outcome would be highly uncertain.

Even with his strength, Wen Yu wouldn't dare claim he could simultaneously face nearly a hundred Level 2 professionists!

Wielding his metaphorical butcher's knife against the weaker individuals around was merely this man's way of satisfying his own bloodlust!

Seeing Wen Yu and the others remain silent, the black-robed man sneered.

"If you won't do the killing, then I'll do it myself," the black-robed man declared, looking at them intently. "But I trust you won't attack me over these... weaklings, will you?"

Sequence Number 29 tensed, as if to act, but Monkey held him back.

"It's not worth it," Monkey said, shaking his head at him.

Seeing Monkey shake his head, Sequence Number 29 slowly unclenched his fist and gave a slight nod.

A soldier's pride and sense of duty made it difficult for Sequence Number 29 to ignore such blatant bullying of the weak. However, in a soldier's mind, achieving the objective always came first!

And the current objective was Pandora's Magic Box!