222: Chapter 222 Mo Yuan personally takes action; Wu Wang activates the "Eye of Wu Wang".

The wind stopped.

The last trace of cold on the ice sheet was slowly dissipating, and a faint "hissing" sound emerged from the boundary between the scorched earth and the frost.

In front of the Main Peak control console, Chen Wuwang's fingers were still resting on the dual-core crystal pillar, his knuckles slightly white from prolonged tension.

He did not move.

The blue light of his Mechanical Prosthetic Eye flickered rapidly, locking onto an abrupt energy rift at the edge of the horizon.

It was not the scent of the Zerg.

Nor was it a natural phenomenon.

It was the mark of someone tearing through space, like a knife cutting through cloth—crisp, precise, and carrying a certain ritualistic elegance.

"It has arrived," he whispered, his voice kept extremely low, almost swallowed by the wind.

The moment his words fell, the sky shattered.

The metal remains of twelve broken Puppets were spewed from the Void Realm, like trash tossed aside by someone, exploding into fragments in mid-air as parts scattered and fell.

Immediately after, a dark red figure descended, stepping on black mist, the silhouette of the mecha gradually becoming clear amidst the distorted airflow—

The shoulder armor expanded outward like bone spurs, the chest armor was engraved with writhing Cthulhu runes, and chainsaw claws extended from its arms; before the humming sound even began, the sense of oppression was already like a collapsing mountain.

Mo Yuan had arrived.

Not a projection, not a Clone.

It was him in person.

He hovered three hundred meters above the Main Peak, looking down from a high vantage point, his gaze piercing through the shield and landing directly on the silver-haired figure in front of the control console.

"Chen Wuwang," his voice transmitted down through psionic resonance, devoid of emotion, yet like a dull knife scraping bone, "You eliminated my pawns, contaminated my layout, and you still dare to stand here and wait for me?"

Chen Wuwang raised his head.

The three claw marks on his right cheek gleamed with the dark color of old scars under the setting sun, while the red and blue of his left Mechanical Prosthetic Eye flickered alternately, with data streams scrolling rapidly.

He did not answer.

He merely raised his right hand and pressed his palm against the activation slot in the center of the crystal pillar.

"eye of wuwang, activate."

The instant the command fell, the entire Main Peak shuddered violently.

From deep underground came the roar of metal rails unfolding, and a silver-white mecha soared into the sky from the launch silo.

Its armor reflected a cold luster in the sunlight, streamlined wing blades unfolded automatically, and the six-barreled Rune Cannon on its back slowly rotated, locking onto the target high in the sky.

The mecha hovered steadily above Chen Wuwang's head, the transparent cockpit canopy opened, and it released a neural link beam.

He leaped into it.

The hatch closed, and the System self-check was complete.

[Body Status: Full Energy]

[Weapon System: Ready]

[Neural Synchronization Rate: 97%]

Bloody spiritual patterns emerged in his pupils, and his breathing became steady and powerful.

"I've been waiting for you for a long time," he said softly, as if talking to himself, and yet also like a declaration.

The next second, the eye of wuwang accelerated violently, the silver-white stream of light cutting through the sky and rushing straight toward Mo Yuan's position.

Mo Yuan sneered, his arm's chainsaw claws spinning at high speed, while the Cthulhu whispers turned into tangible sound waves, vibrating the air and forming ripples of black visible to the naked eye.

"Do you think a single mecha can contend with the power of an Eternal?"

He dove down, his claws tearing through the atmosphere, aiming straight for the core of the eye of wuwang.

Chen Wuwang did not dodge or evade.

He pushed the control stick hard, and the mecha crossed its arms to block.

"Clang—!!!"

The deafening sound of metal colliding exploded, and sparks showered down like a rainstorm.

The shockwave swept outward; within a thousand meters, all ice sculptures shattered instantly, broken ice mixed with scorched earth shot into the sky, and the ground cracked, spreading like a spider web.

The two mechas stalemated in the air, their hydraulic Systems running at full power, and blue smoke rose from the armor seams.

Space distorted around them, as if unable to withstand such power, and the air rippled with glass-like folds.

Mo Yuan grinned viciously: "Your defense is strong, but how long can you hold out?"

The corner of Chen Wuwang's mouth lifted.

The scar on his right cheek twitched slightly.

He exerted force suddenly, the mecha thrust its knee out, slamming hard into Mo Yuan's chest armor, forcibly pushing him ten meters higher.

The communication channel opened abruptly, and the full-band broadcast resounded throughout the Main Peak:

"Attention everyone, maximum alert lifted."

The voice was calm, even carrying a hint of a smile.

"Now—it is hunting time."

Mo Yuan stabilized his figure in the air, anger surging: "How dare you..."

Before he could finish, Chen Wuwang had already closed in again, the eye of wuwang's wing blades unfolded, the six Rune Cannons charged simultaneously, and the muzzles glowed with blinding white light.

He stared at the enemy coordinates on the screen, his finger hovering over the launch button, and smiled lightly.

"Is that it?"

The laugh was not loud, but it clearly reached Mo Yuan's ears through the psionic broadcast.

At that moment, Mo Yuan's pupils constricted.

He heard contempt.

Not fear, not anger, but naked, condescending mockery.

As if his lifelong obsession with immortality and his thousand-year scheme were nothing more than a farce of a clown.

"You are courting death!" Mo Yuan roared, the mecha's arm claws surged, Cthulhu runes flashing wildly as he prepared to launch a second wave of assault.

But Chen Wuwang had already moved.

The eye of wuwang drew a silver arc in the air, its speed soaring to the limit, its cannon fire locking onto Mo Yuan's core area.

The two collided again.

This time, the impact point was right in the high altitude.

The intense light of the explosion blinded the entire Eastern Wasteland for a second.

The airwaves blew away the clouds, the earth trembled, and fine cracks appeared on the edge of the shield.

The aftermath of the collision had not yet dissipated, and the two mechas were still entangled, metal limbs locked tightly together, engines roaring like the howling of beasts.

Chen Wuwang leaned back in the pilot seat, sweat seeping from his forehead, his breathing heavy, but his eyes remained sharp as a knife.

He stared at the energy fluctuations of Mo Yuan's mecha on the screen and whispered to himself: "Come on, harder."

Mo Yuan gritted his teeth, attempting to break free, but discovered that the opponent's hydraulic System output far exceeded his estimates.

"What kind of monster are you?"

"I am not a monster," Chen Wuwang chuckled, his fingers sliding rapidly across the control panel, "I am something outside your rules."

He raised his head suddenly, blood-colored spiritual patterns flowing, the scar on his right cheek rising and falling slightly as if it were a living thing.

"A programmer."

As the words fell, the back armor of the eye of wuwang suddenly split open, revealing hidden tactical modules, and six micro-tracking missiles slowly pushed out.

Locking complete.

Launch countdown initiated.

Mo Yuan sensed the abnormality and immediately retreated, but Chen Wuwang had already anticipated it.

"Trying to run?"

He pressed the launch button.

"Hiss, hiss, hiss—"

Six trails of fire tore through the air, pursuing in a fan shape.

Mo Yuan urgently activated spatial displacement, barely dodging four of them, but two still hit his shoulder armor and left leg.

The violent explosion flipped his mecha over, and it rolled several times in mid-air before barely stabilizing.

Armor damaged, black smoke rising.

Chen Wuwang did not pursue.

He controlled the eye of wuwang to hover slowly, confronting Mo Yuan in the high altitude, the distance less than a hundred meters.

The wind blew by, whipping up the residual snow of the battlefield.

He raised his hand and wiped a trace of blood from the corner of his mouth—the previous collision had caused him some shock.

Then, he spoke into the communicator, word by word:

"Didn't you want to see the fate of the blasphemer?"

"Now, it is my turn."