Published: March 2, 2025
A beam of divine light blasted the entire camp of the Demon Palace Security Bureau into the sky. The whole process was simple and swift, leaving the enemy with no chance to retaliate.
Wen Yu even wondered why the camp set up by the Demon Palace Security Bureau had no defensive capabilities. But recalling how he had just dispatched an eleventh level demonic clan member and the panic of the human model and the Black Cloth Monster as they fled, he soon felt relieved. Those two guys really ran fast.
Wen Yu, along with Bai, dove straight into the spatial passage leading to the lower levels. Accompanied by a flash of light, their figures instantly vanished.
Just an hour after Wen Yu had left, in the distance, several figures suddenly appeared. They quickly flew from afar and arrived at the location of the temporary camp in an instant.
These figures hovered in mid-air, among them eight exuding profound power—charged with origin power, undoubtedly eleventh level strongmen. The human model, Black Cloth Monster, and the clown stood right in the middle of them, albeit positioned a bit further back.
At the forefront stood a tall ancient demon.
This ancient demon surveyed the ground with sharp eyes, taking in the scene of what had once been the temporary camp, now reduced to rubble. The land beneath the camp had been scorched into crystal by the heat of the divine light, and even now, the ancient demon could feel the rising heat waves from the ground.
“Ross was killed by this guy, right?”
With the ancient demon’s inquiry, the Black Cloth Monster stepped forward and nodded in affirmation.
After asking this one question, the ancient demon pondered for a moment, feeling a sense of helplessness rise within.
A foe capable of eliminating Ross was indeed not someone the ancient demon wanted to encounter.
Since the last invasion, the strong of the Demon Palace had dwindled while fresh talents emerged, and Ross was undoubtedly the most outstanding among them!
In just a short century, he had risen to power; however, the strength of the soul system skill set and the well-known ultimate trump card—soul balance—had made Ross one of the top fighters in the rankings of the Demon Palace Security Bureau... There were hardly any stronger than him. Even for himself, he could only say he was on par with Ross.
In other words, since the enemy could kill Ross, they could kill him too...
However, after Ross's failure this time, it just so happened that he was the only one among the top strongmen of the Demon Palace Security Bureau with no task and closest in proximity. Upon receiving the Black Cloth Monster’s plea for help and feeling pressured by the bureau chief, the ancient demon had no choice but to embark on this endeavor.
He was reluctant to contact Wen Yu... thus, the pondering felt particularly long.
Until the several eleventh level experts behind him exchanged glances, unsure of what their big boss was thinking, the ancient demon finally spoke again.
“Pursue!”
This single word was pronounced emphatically; however, only heaven knew how feasible it truly was.
...
This word “pursue” was easy to say, but the difficulty of executing it was indeed considerable.
Wen Yu's speed was not slow, or rather, Wen Yu was significantly faster than the ancient demon and his group. Moreover, they could not pinpoint Wen Yu’s coordinates. Overall, this so-called pursuit seemed more like the ancient demon and his group wandering aimlessly, employing a carpet search method to look for Wen Yu’s figure—after all, they dared not split up following Ross’s fate.
Additionally, what made things more troublesome was that the Demon Palace's underground Level -912 had not experienced a major battle like Level -911. Most of the teleportation passages here were still intact, making the pursuit by the Demon Palace Security Bureau extraordinarily difficult—they didn't even know if Wen Yu was still on this level!
Until one of the demonic creatures trailing behind voiced up.
“Sir, I think searching like this isn't the way to go…”