Published: March 2, 2025
Until the roaring sounds from above gradually subsided, and everything returned to calm, Tang Yi anxiously anticipated what would happen next.
Whether Wen Yu won or lost would determine the fate of the three Tang Haofei and even the direction of the entire world!
Fortunately, Wen Yu did not keep Tang Haofei waiting too long. As a wave of black energy penetrated the ground and struck directly into the prison, darkness began to billow out, and Wen Yu's figure gradually emerged from the shadows.
He looked at the three Tang Haofei, who were ragged and exuding a foul stench, and raised an eyebrow slightly.
"You really look quite miserable..."
In response, Tang San let out a "roar" — surprisingly, at this moment, Tang San's roar lacked its usual eerie quality and instead carried a sense of joyful celebration...
Well, in fact, it was just an unconscious roar. If it weren't for the several heavy iron chains hanging behind him, Wen Yu felt he would definitely rush over and bite him.
Tang Yi exchanged a smile with Wen Yu, then relaxed his shoulders, his whole demeanor softening.
"Fortunately... fortunately..."
...
"You really won? How did you win?"
Tang Yi completely relaxed as if he had resolved a major issue, while Tang Er wore a face of disbelief — he was stronger than Tang Yi, and naturally, when that monster appeared, he stood at the forefront, so no one understood the monster's power better than he did.
"Just hit him a few times and won."
Wen Yu replied nonchalantly. To be honest, defeating the Tang Haofei above didn't seem like something worth boasting about to Wen Yu — that Old Tang, in terms of real strength, might not be as formidable as the humanoid mannequins encountered in the Demon Palace, the Black Cloth Monster duo, let alone Ross. This kind of strength, purely derived from stacking physical attributes, was in fact the easiest opponent for Wen Yu to handle.
With a plethora of skills and several powerful skill systems, Wen Yu had never been afraid of anyone when it came to enhancing physical attributes!
The trouble lay with Ross, who possessed a bizarre skill system and an ultimate trump card — in such situations, a careless move from Wen Yu could easily lead to disaster.
Ignoring Tang Er's shocked expression, Wen Yu glanced at the three Tang Haofei in the prison, catching a whiff of the foul odor inside. After a moment, he spoke up.
"Let's head up first; I think you all should take a shower... Then we have a lot to talk about."
"What about that guy?"
The "guy" Tang Yi referred to was undoubtedly the Tang Haofei from earlier. In response to this question, Wen Yu merely pointed to the sky above.
"He's waiting for you up there."
...
Tang Yi and Tang Er paid no heed to Tang San — it was better for this beast to remain trapped underground.
The two followed Wen Yu and flew straight up, until the three of them pierced through the bottom layer and soared out of the ground. Their eyes were met with warm sunlight and the barren land around them.
Once a heart resonance world filled with lush grass and abundant trees, it had been torn apart during the battle between Wen Yu and Tang Haofei. Although the overall situation of the fight leaned heavily in one direction, Wen Yu had deliberately controlled his output, whereas Tang Haofei did not. In other words, most of the chaos on the ground was caused by Tang Haofei, and naturally, the task of tidying up was to be handled by him.
The once quaint wooden cabin had also been completely destroyed by the aftermath of the battle, and now, in its place stood a large black cocoon, abruptly erect in the area, as if some creature within it was incessantly writhing. In response to the curious gazes of Tang Yi and Tang Er, Wen Yu lightly snapped his fingers. At the sound, the tip of the cocoon suddenly dissipated, revealing the terrifyingly fierce face of Tang Haofei!
"Wen Yu!!! I'm going to kill you! I'm going to kill you!!!"
At that moment, Old Tang, sealed within the cocoon, had long lost his previous calm demeanor. Now, his face was twisted with a grimace, resembling a discontented vengeful spirit, with blood-red eyes filled with killing intent, devoid of any glimmer of intelligence.