Apocalypse: Master of Soul Beasts

”Damn it! This is really going to screw me over!” Wen Yu cursed resentfully, then finally took a closer look at Pandora’s Magic Box in his hand.

The box wasn’t large, only about palm-sized. The patterns on it were complex and mysterious, and its overall design exuded a sense of nobility and magnificence.

But the more beautiful something is, the more deadly it tends to be!

Wen Yu quickly tested it and found that Pandora’s Magic Box could not be placed into his space ring.

Looking at the treasure before him, Wen Yu sank into thought.

”Sigh... this deadly little thing,” Wen Yu muttered.

Sighing, Wen Yu made his decision.

Monopolizing all the treasures is unrealistic. I’m not confident I can simultaneously face more than four series numbers and who knows how many other unknown powerful experts.

However, if anyone wants to snatch my things, they’ll have to pay the price!

The ruthlessness in Wen Yu’s eyes intensified. He directly activated his 2nd Soul Realm and summoned Cyclops.

”Prepare for battle!” Wen Yu said. ”This time, we have to get serious!”

The killing intent in Wen Yu’s tone grew stronger.

I can’t afford to lose the opportunities in the Super Treasure Land!

Cyclops, sensing the murderous intent in Wen Yu’s words, immediately shook his massive body.

Not far away, figures flickered.

Although the trial hadn’t started yet, there were no restrictions on the survivors’ actions on Cacodemons Island. The survivors who had received the radar were already converging on Wen Yu from all directions.

”I’ll take the left, you take the right,” Wen Yu commanded. ”We each kill ten first, and drag the corpses back!”

Hearing Wen Yu’s command, Cyclops immediately darted to their right.

A Cyclops with 25 physique points, while not invincible on this island, would rarely meet its match.

And Wen Yu, already in combat mode, was even more terrifying.

Like a gale, Wen Yu’s figure instantly vanished. Then, an air current shot out from his original position towards the left.

SLASH.

With that sound, Wen Yu’s figure reappeared a hundred meters to the left.

In front of him, a professionist stood dumbfounded, frozen in place, until a thin red line appeared on his forehead.

As a gust of wind blew past, the professionist’s body collapsed, neatly split in two.