The Crushing Defeat of Seduction

Turning around the corner, a Black Iron Puppet suddenly appeared before him.

Without hesitation, Ning Zhuo charged straight at it and launched a fierce assault, quickly smashing it beyond use.

This was already the fifth time he had done so.

Now that they were truly competing, naturally he no longer possessed the magnanimity he had shown when sharing the jade slips earlier.

"Strange. Why have I only seen Black Iron Puppets? Where are the others?" Ning Zhuo wondered inwardly.

The longer Che Zhuzi watched, the more silent he became.

Ning Zhuo had gained a step first, and every step afterward kept him ahead. His advantage grew wider and wider, leaving second place far behind.

The unlucky ones were the cultivators following behind Ning Zhuo. After painstaking exploration, all they could find were one crippled Black Iron Puppet after another.

"Damn it, another broken one!"

"Which immoral bastard did this?!"

"Don't let me find him! If I do, I'll beat him to death!"

It was truly infuriating.

This maze was exceedingly complex. Suspended threads wove through it, constantly draining the cultivators' Divine Sense and mana. That alone was already exhausting work.

Yet after struggling for so long, just as they glimpsed hope, it turned into disappointment.

"Damn it, damn it! You useless trash!" Lady Silken Web unconsciously clenched her fists, wishing she could enter herself and block Ning Zhuo's path.

At this rate, Ning Zhuo would enter the maze's center—the final duel site—without suffering any losses.

Compared with his leisurely progress, the other cultivators would frequently encounter one another midway, clash fiercely, wear each other down, and perhaps even perish together.

Ning Zhuo would conserve his strength and await the exhausted enemy. When the final duel came, he would surely hold an enormous advantage.

This was not what Lady Silken Web