The Invincible Full-Moon System Chapter 1857: Time to Hunt

Caspian observed Zev through the analytical perspective of his Law of Battle.

This particular law granted him an inherent aptitude for combat, enhancing both his technical skills and his instinctive genius. Beyond optimizing his movements, it allowed his physical form to absorb combat experience two or even three times faster than his peers, providing him with a supernatural grasp of his opponents' fighting styles and tactical vulnerabilities.

More importantly, it bestowed upon him the uncanny gift of intuition regarding his odds of success in any given confrontation.

This appraisal accounted specifically for combat effectiveness rather than raw magical power.

A green aura indicated high victory probability, brown signaled a mediocre chance, and red suggested significant danger.

While Caspian rarely depended entirely on this appraisal to determine his next move, he frequently utilized it to decide whether to commit to hand-to-hand engagement. To date, only those significantly his senior possessed superior close-quarters prowess.

However, recent advancements in his law had manifested a new, alarming effect.

His senses had become piercingly sharp.

And at this very moment, those senses were clamoring in warning.

'Strange...' Caspian’s brows drew together. His Law of Battle clearly labeled Zev’s aura as green—as expected, given Zev’s lack of proficiency in melee combat. 'It’s obvious I outmatch him, yet my instincts scream otherwise. Is he hiding some concealed trap?'

Suddenly, the air current shifted.

Caspian and his companions pivoted at the sound of subtle rustling nearby.

Only then did they perceive other figures lurking within the gloom.

"Employing slaves to ambush us?" Caspian scoffed, finding this pathetic maneuver to be dangerously reckless. "You are trampling over every established rule. Do you not fear the inevitable consequences? This incident will result in a much harsher outcome for you personally."

"My apologies," Zev said, his hands clenched tightly. "But they are not my slaves."

"Hmm?!"

Swoosh—!

Before they could react, tendrils erupted from the soil, snaking toward their ankles.

Driven by instinct, both men leapt upward, tucking their legs to avoid ensnarement.

A figure appeared behind them in a heartbeat.

Her movements were feather-light. She traveled in absolute silence, displaying terrifying velocity. By the time the pair looked over their shoulders to identify the woman, a graceful, spinning kick slammed into their backs.

"Spirit Genesis," Lilliana murmured, extending her hand as her Soul Artifact resonated. "Seamless Thread Lock."

Guided by her command, both men saw the threat simultaneously.

The threads were thin as spider silk, glistening like frost under the moonlight. Dozens of them lashed through the air, weaving a dizzying lattice that materialized faster than the eye could follow.

Each strand crossed with lethal intent, vibrating with a sharpness that chilled their very marrow.

The threads were infused with life energy, alerting the men to the nature of their attackers.

As the pair hit the ground, the threads cinched tight.

In mere seconds, they were sealed within a cage of lethal, glowing light.

Caspian’s associate slammed his hands into the earth, conjuring an earthen barrier to prevent the threads from slicing into their flesh. Yet, simultaneously, another figure descended from the sky like a falling star.

Their eyes locked onto Davina as she held a pulsating orb of light in her palm.

It shone with such intensity that it resembled a captured star.

She channeled massive amounts of life energy—far exceeding what should have been possible for her rank. It coalesced into a blinding, dense sphere that defied description. With a guttural grunt that rattled the atmosphere, she hurled the star downward.

A trail of brilliance followed as it tore through the air.

By the time it neared the targets, it was no longer merely a condensation of energy; it was a falling celestial body shrieking with a sharp, high-pitched whistle.

The resulting impact was absolute annihilation.

Kaboom—!

An explosion with a one-mile radius detonated, consuming everything within the vicinity.

Even Davina was thrown backward by the force.

She landed beside Lilliana, who had braced herself to withstand the aftershock.

"Was such excessive force truly necessary, sister?" Lilliana asked, crossing her arms to shield herself from the surging wave of energy.

"I hadn't intended for it to be that large," Davina replied, standing tall as she shrugged off the aftershock as if it were a gentle breeze. "He must have done something to me. I don’t recall possessing such destructive capacity from such a small amount of life energy."

Lilliana sighed, shaking her head.

Only her sister would characterize that level of output as a 'small amount' of life energy.

Most cultivators wouldn't reach such a threshold even if they poured their entire essence into the attack.

"I hope those slaves aren't planning to attack us," Lilliana muttered. "I suspect you destroyed quite a few of those flowers."

"No, they won't," Davina noted, recalling the earlier dialogue of these Godlings. "Slaves do not harbor resentment against their masters."

Once the dust settled, the extent of the carnage was revealed.

The terrain had been leveled, turning the lush meadow into a charred, cratered wasteland.

However, the land began to heal immediately, rapidly returning to its original state.

Across the clearing, Caspian and his companion stood completely unscathed. Not a single scratch marred them; their postures had not even shifted. Surrounding them was their barrier, transformed into a hardened steel-like dome. The top was jagged and open where Davina’s blast had penetrated, yet underneath the hole, no destruction had touched them.

Her attack had failed to reach them.

"Oh, look at that," the companion crooned, realizing their attackers were two stunning beauties. His lips curled into a lascivious smirk as he scanned Davina and Lilliana. "Sisters? We are truly fortunate, Caspian."

"Don't tell me you’re feeling pressured by these girls, Zev," Caspian chuckled, sneering at his ally. "To think you’d be intimidated by these low-born trash from the Spirit Realm. I am quite disappointed."

Zev should have been incensed; he should have roared at the insult.

Instead, he remained eerily silent.

Caspian ignored him and refocused on the two women.

"I'll make you an offer," he said, stepping forward with his arms raised in a mock gesture of surrender. "If you both surrender right now and become our slaves, I shall spare your lives. Don't worry—we won't make you Gardeners. At least, not in the fields; you'll serve in our bedrooms instead."

"What a pity," Lilliana said, straightening. Her gaze leveled upon them with the weary disdain one might reserve for a pile of soiled laundry. "Both of you were born into such a powerful realm, yet you possess absolutely no class." She tilted her head, her voice dripping with artificial sympathy. "I suppose it’s the same everywhere. Some are born nobles; others are simple peasants. A change of realm doesn't alter that internal rot."

"Bitch," Caspian hissed, his expression darkening. "What did you just say?"

"Am I wrong?" She tilted her head, almost daring him to disagree. "If a man desires a woman, he buys her flowers. He tries to impress her. He displays his depth. Leaving such crude, base demands to others is the mark of a barbarian."

"And what about you?" the companion spat. "Are you eager to die just like your sister?"

"I am currently engaged," Davina shook her head. "You would have to get through my fiancé first if you want me."

"Hah!" the man laughed. "And where is this fiancé of yours? Still hiding in your backwater realm?"

"No," she replied, raising her hand to point directly behind them. "He is standing right there, behind you."

At her words, Caspian and his companion stiffened.

Both felt an urge to mock the claim. It was an obvious lie. Neither of them could sense a thing behind them—no weight, no presence, not even a draft. Just empty air and profound silence, which should have confirmed it was a ruse.

Then, they focused their perception further.

Finally, they heard it.

Heavy, measured breathing, impossibly close. Close enough that the warmth of the breath should have been felt against their necks.

In unison, the color drained from their faces.

Someone had actually breached their perimeter!

Acting with a single mind, both men spun around with lethal precision, launching strikes. One executed a spinning backfist, while the other attempted a sweeping kick aimed at the legs.

Both were masters of martial combat.

However, their strikes, infused with mysterious energy, were effortlessly neutralized.

Rex simply raised an arm to block the backfist and kicked the sweeping leg aside like it was a trivial nuisance.

Realizing Rex was no ordinary opponent, the two men scrambled to add distance between themselves and the intruder. "State your name and origin!" the man roared, brandishing a curved blade in his trembling hand. "Do you think you can flaunt such arrogance here?!"

"Are you a Scion of the Vertex?" Rex asked, raising a brow.

"A Scion?" the other man frowned. "What are you incoherent about?! Speak plainly!"

"No? In that case," Rex elongated his claws, extending them until they scraped the air, striking terror into the hearts of his foes. "I shall continue to be as brazen as I please."

"Tch!" The man prepared his blades, ready to engage. "Let's take him down first. I’m certain those girls and Zev will be powerless to resist once he’s eliminated. I don't know how he slipped behind us, but he made a grave error in mercy by not punishing us yet. What do you think?"

"..."

"Caspian?"

Receiving no response, the man looked over at Caspian and saw pure, unadulterated terror.

Caspian’s face was ashen, his eyes locked onto Rex as if gazing into the abyss of his own demise. 'Impossible...' He swallowed hard, his eyes expanding in sheer panic. 'How? I have never witnessed an aura as deep red as his.'

Through the filter of his Law of Battle, Caspian perceived the crimson aura radiating from Rex.

It was a red so intense it was nearly black.

He had trained for centuries, gathering authentic combat experience, blood, and sweat. With the Law of Battle surging through him, his prowess belonged among the elite.

Only those who had spent millennia in the crucible of war could claim superiority.

Even against them, he would make them fight for every inch.

Yet, the figure standing before him currently eclipsed all his close-combat capabilities.

Someone from the Spirit Realm should never have been able to match him at all.

Yet, this individual from the Spirit Realm had caused his Law of Battle to predict an utter, crushing defeat.

"What is the matter?" Rex beckoned them forward with a lazy wave of his hand. His daunting smile mirrored the malice he prepared to unleash. "Did you not say you desired those two? If you kill me, there is absolutely nothing standing in your way."

"Besides," Rex added, chuckling, "they only prefer the strong. I am certain they will be more than willing after you dispose of me."

"Don't mind if I do!" The man lowered his stance, preparing to lunge.

Entranced by the sisters' beauty, he licked his lips, more than willing to eliminate Rex if it was the price of victory. 'I don't care who you are in your pathetic lower realm,' the man thought, his eyes brimming with contempt. 'But here, even emperors are expected to bow to me!'

Before he could strike, however, Caspian abandoned the fight entirely.

Without a word, he turned and fled.

"Caspian, what the hell?!" the man shouted, blindsided by his ally’s sudden retreat. "What is wrong with you?!"

Realizing his disadvantage, the man gritted his teeth and sprinted after Caspian.

...

<Sudden Quest: Probing the Gods>

Objective: Initiate the first step in sensing the foreign energy of the Gods.

Description: Survival is impossible against forces one cannot perceive. Navigating the God Realm without sensing its dominant energy is certain death. Hunt down and consume the inhabitants of this realm.

Inhabitants consumed: 0 / 10

Rewards: Any skills or passive abilities gained during the pursuit will be shared with pack members participating in the hunt.

...

"Ah..." Rex combed his hair back, savoring the rhythmic, powerful thrum of his own heart. "It is time to hunt."