Apocalypse: Master of Soul Beasts

”Boss, you’re causing too much commotion. We have company.”

”BANG!”

Wen Yu threw another punch, and the crumbling stone door teetered on the verge of collapse.

Even though Cyclops had issued a warning, Wen Yu remained unmoved.

He responded indifferently, ”You guys handle it.”

There was no specific command—because Wen Yu believed none was needed.

Those who didn’t know Cyclops and Star certainly couldn’t defeat them. Conversely, those who did know them wouldn’t dare to attack—not even Tang Haofei would choose to make an enemy of Wen Yu for some unknown benefits.

With Wen Yu’s current formidable strength as his foundation, many things would become extraordinarily simple for him!

The first stone door was quickly smashed under Wen Yu’s violent assault.

Walking casually past the remains of the first door, Wen Yu quickly scanned his surroundings.

Rows of neatly arranged weapon racks and armor stands indicated that this place was indeed the supply storage the Almighty Demon Vine had mentioned. However, the few remaining weapons and armors had long been corroded by time; Wen Yu only saw some miscellaneous items like sword hilts and iron scraps.

The Almighty Demon Vine slowly crawled onto the ground and pointed at an unknown script on a weapon rack.

”Six. This indicates standard equipment for Level 6 professionists. A-Class... Alas...”

Time is ruthless; even A-Class items cannot withstand its erosion.

Then, the Almighty Demon Vine moved deeper and carefully examined another stone door up ahead.

After a while, the Almighty Demon Vine said helplessly, ”Still can’t open it. You continue...”

Rumbling sounds once again echoed from the small pit.

Outside, the violent tremors from underground didn’t make Cyclops and Star, who were guarding the entrance, feel worried at all.

Even though they knew the commotion would attract many professionists, Cyclops and Star weren’t concerned.

Setting aside their current strength, the Contract Fortune of the Soul Realm space alone was enough to ensure their immediate escape if they encountered danger.

Unless they were killed in a single blow, their safety was absolutely not a concern.

And in this world, besides Tang Haofei, who could kill Cyclops and Star in one hit?

But considering Tang Haofei’s personality and his concerns, would he really try to kill Cyclops and Star?

Lin Haifeng understood Tang Haofei’s personality; wouldn’t Wen Yu understand it as well?

In Cyclops’s view, the relationships among Lin Haifeng, Tang Haofei, and Wen Yu were incredibly complex. Yet Wen Yu, a lone wolf with no ties or worries, actually held the absolute advantage.

Therefore, Cyclops, watching the growing crowd of professionists surrounding the building, yawned out of boredom. Then, his body rapidly enlarged, transforming into his fifteen-meter-tall combat form in the blink of an eye.

”WHOOSH!”

As if merely breathing, he casually expelled a gout of Flames of Tyranny. The black Devil Flame surged instantly, morphing into a black fire ring in mid-air. The fire ring then descended, smashing heavily onto the ground like a millstone weighing thousands of pounds, drawing a clear dividing line!

The rising heatwave, the sheer range of the skill, and the size and terrifying power control Cyclops displayed instantly silenced the clamoring professionists outside.

Mutant beasts couldn’t enter the treasure land. For a mutant beast to appear here, there was only one possibility—it was a professionist’s battle pet!

To have a Level 5 mutant beast as a battle pet—this was an unimaginable level for most professionists outside!

”WOOF, WOOF, WOOF... AHEM, AHEM...”

Cyclops cleared his throat, then looked back at Star, who was still in his miniature state.

”Star, get big.”

”Huh? Oh!”

Star was clueless about what Cyclops was doing, but that didn’t stop him from obeying. His small body rapidly expanded, and in an instant, a colossal dragon—more than twice Cyclops’s size—appeared beside him.

A single Level 5 mutant beast was intimidating enough. But a Level 5 mutant beast *plus* what appeared to be a Level 5 divine beast? The deterrent effect was far greater than simple addition.

Coupled with the widely circulated information about Sequence Number 2...

Many of the more well-informed professionists had already pieced together what was happening.

Seeing the professionists outside fall silent, some even turning to leave, Cyclops nodded, a very human-like expression of ”satisfaction” on his face. Then, Cyclops opened his massive jaws, and clear Mandarin boomed from them.

”Quite a few of you should know me, right? Even if you don’t, you should recognize this little black fellow next to me, eh?”

”That’s right, we’re your Dog Lord and your Star Lord. Hmm, doesn’t matter if you don’t know us. Our boss is Wen Yu, Sequence Number 2. You all should know *him*, right?”

Unfortunately, whether they were terrified by the sheer size of Cyclops and Star, or perhaps so low-ranking they didn’t even recognize what a Sequence was, Cyclops’s words met with no response.

”What, you don’t even know *this*? You don’t know about Sequences? Then what in the world are you doing here, trying to join the commotion?”

Still, no one spoke.

Cyclops felt a twinge of embarrassment...

But it didn’t matter; Cyclops was incredibly thick-skinned.

”Whether you know or not is irrelevant. Seeing you all standing there like wooden posts, you must be awestruck by the majesty of your Dog Lord and Star Lord. I can’t be bothered to say much more to you. Let’s just set a rule.”

”Considering my boss is human, and you all are human too—see that warning line I just drew?”

As he spoke, Cyclops gestured with his snout towards the fire ring on the ground.

”Attack us, and you die. Step into this circle, and you die. That’s all I’m going to say. It’s pointless talking to a brick wall. If you want to die, give it a try...”

”Just a dog, showing off—”

”ZAP!”

A black flame, like a steel needle, shot straight into the crowd, as precise as a bullet from a sharpshooter, instantly incinerating a professionist to ash.

”You damn fool! You can’t even conceal your aura, yet you dare spout such reckless words!”

”That’s right, I *am* just a dog! But you better understand, I’m a peak Level 5 dog! And I’m also the dog of Sequence Number 2, got it?”

Cyclops puffed out his chest, proudly proclaiming the fact that he was the dog of Sequence Number 2.

In the post-apocalypse, some people lacked the dignity of a dog; some truly lived worse lives than dogs. This was a fact.

With Cyclops’s strength and Wen Yu as his backing, was he merely a dog relying on his master’s power?

No. Cyclops didn’t need to rely on Wen Yu’s influence. In fact, if Wen Yu hadn’t said anything, Cyclops, once his killing intent was aroused, would very likely have slaughtered every single professionist present!