Chapter 608

Chapter 608: Mechanical City

Though this stubborn old man resembled a ghost—bald with neither hair nor eyebrows, his withered frame seemingly lighter than bones—his aura radiated terror. Merely standing there, he exuded dreadful pressure akin to bottomless abyss and hellish prison! The heavens and earth seemed to bow before him. Winds howled with his breath, thunderbolts sparked from his gaze, while dark clouds gathered and lightning crackled with his wrath!

Facing this terror, even Thunder Tribulation Immortals dared not meet his eyes. His overwhelming aura pinned the fearless Fang Lie in place—body paralyzed, soul crushed beneath mountain-like pressure, sweat pouring down his face.

Yet Fang Lie, having endured the three unyielding tortures and won the Benevolence Token’s approval, stood defiant. Despite creaking leg bones and spine threatening to snap, he refused to kneel. Head high, he glared contemptuously at his foe.

A Semi-Immortal’s extreme pressure targeted both soul and body. Lesser cultivators would collapse instantly. Even Thunder Tribulation experts might buckle, but Fang Lie endured—bones groaning, agony wracking his frame—denying his enemy victory.

Witnessing Fang Lie’s unbreakable will, the Semi-Immortal elder secretly admired this rarest of iron-willed men. Yet the skeletal-faced elder only sneered coldly: "Cocky brat! Where’s your boldness now? Your threats to shame Zhu Xian? Look at you—shaking like leaf, drenched in sweat! Will you soil yourself next?"

"Heh…" Fang Lie sneered through gritted teeth. "My bladder’s fine. But yours? That’ll empty soon!"

"Impudent worm!" The skull-faced man roared. "I’ll slap the defiance from your corpse!"

He raised his hand, aiming to publicly humiliate Fang Lie. One slap would crush the youth’s reputation and restore Zhu Xian’s honor.

Fang Lie exploded first: "The trap’s sprung! Get out here and kill this bastard!"

Colorful light erupted from his robes—thousands of rice-sized chick-shaped magic spirits swarmed the Semi-Immortal. Though the elder possessed lightning reflexes, his arrogance proved fatal. He’d closed within mere yards to mock Fang Lie—point-blank range for experts.

Caught unprepared, the Semi-Immortal froze. His extreme pressure should’ve prevented even mental commands, rendering Fang Lie helpless. How could treasures activate?

The invincible magic spirits—immune to all arts—swarmed his treasures. To them, high-grade materials were delicacies. The elder’s Eighth-rank Treasures—crown, robe, armguards, boots—vanished first. Seventh-rank storage rings holding vast wealth disappeared next.

Within eyeblinks, the once-opulent Semi-Immortal stood naked, even his dentures gone—reduced from tycoon to pauper.

"NOOOO!" The skeletal elder’s heart-wrenching scream echoed as spirits carried spoils of war back to Fang Lie. "Thief! Return them!"

Murderous intent replaced mockery. But before his strike landed, overwhelming power erupted from Fang Lie’s chest—a foot-long black token etched with ancient script: ‘Wisdom’.

"Mo Sect’s Wisdom Token?" Old Skull was instantly horrified. He abandoned all thought of reclaiming his treasure and didn’t even waste time trying to kill Fang Lie. The ancient Semi-Immortal turned and fled with shocking decisiveness – unbelievable behavior from one of the world’s most Powerful Beings!

What happened next revealed why he fled so desperately.

The Wisdom Token erupted with radiant colorful light, forming a towering Shadow that pierced the heavens like a celestial gateway!

A thousand-mile-wide Mechanical City slowly emerged through this portal. Though seemingly moving at leisurely pace, the massive structure fully materialized tens of thousands of feet above ground in mere moments.

Viewed from distance, the Mechanical City appeared crude and primitive. Its foundation consisted of massive black stone blocks – each hundreds of feet long, rough-surfaced but densely inscribed with divine patterns of profound mystery.

The city’s haphazard layout featured outer walls hundreds of feet tall, flanked by twelve beast-shaped towers representing zodiac creatures: rat, ox, dragon, sheep and others. Each iron-made tower stretched tens of thousands of feet skyward.

Most outer structures were Divine Lightning Towers, with inner districts containing more offensive towers alongside workshops. Dominating the center stood a bronze astrology tower surpassing even the zodiac towers in height – the city’s strongest point.

Construction materials appeared rudimentary: roughly hewn logs and stone slabs without polish or decoration, resembling primitive craftsmanship. Yet experts would recognize every material as Eighth-rank or higher – precious treasures even in ancient times.

Mo Sect’s ancestors had somehow used these resources to create this void-traversing, thousand-mile fortress – their ultimate Ninth-Rank peak War treasure called Mo City!

The Wisdom Token served both as Mo City’s Space Treasure storage and control core. Only its wielder could command this world-dominating fortress.

The resources invested in this Ninth-Rank peak treasure exceeded Mo Sect’s current total wealth a hundredfold. Its terrifying power justified this expenditure, rivaling even the Legendary Four Heaven-Defying treasures.

Mo City’s twelve zodiac towers each housed Ninth-Rank peak combat puppets with Semi-Immortal level combat strength – explaining Old Skull’s panicked retreat.

Yet even his immediate escape proved inadequate. From Wisdom Token’s activation to Mo City’s full manifestation took mere moments – Old Skull barely covered a hundred thousand miles in that time.

Though his escape speed ranked among the best Semi-Immortals, it meant nothing against Mo City. The fortress didn’t pursue – its central astrology tower flared, sending luminous tendrils across the sky while divine patterns on its base shot light-webs into the earth.

Surface appearances deceived – Mo City had already isolated millions of miles of space into deep void. To outside observers, the entire region vanished beneath swirling grey mist.