Published: March 2, 2025
As the figure passed through the teleportation array, another shadow, cloaked in a black robe, followed closely behind, stepping out of the array.
Wen Yu's soul perception instantly swept across the area, allowing him to grasp the entire situation…
“Master, Tang Haofei has escaped…”
The voice of the mountain puppet was unusually low, while Wen Yu merely squinted his eyes. With another flicker of his figure, he instantly appeared at the scene of the incident.
The originally magnificent mansion had long been reduced to rubble by the army of the Cloud Puppet, and Tang Haofei's figure had already vanished without a trace. Wen Yu looked at the ground, and his gaze gradually turned cold.
It was only about thirty seconds after Wen Yu returned that the mountain puppet arrived late. He glanced at the messy ground, then looked at the silent Wen Yu, eventually lowering his head slowly.
“Where did he teleport to?”
Wen Yu's voice reached the mountain puppet's ears. The mountain puppet briefly adjusted its permissions to check and then replied.
“To Earth, France, Paris…”
“Who helped him escape?”
“I don’t know. According to intel, it seems… it was a soul puppet…”
The mountain puppet's voice grew softer. However, contrary to Wen Yu's expected shock and anger, he simply uttered, “Understood,” without any emotional fluctuation.
What had happened had already occurred; there was no point in dwelling on it.
At this moment, Wen Yu was only troubled about whether he should pursue Tang Haofei, but after a moment's thought, he abandoned that idea.
Earth was a place Wen Yu could not return to— it was the stronghold of the treasure land guardian, the sovereign’s base, and also the battlefield of the earth's will. If Wen Yu returned, the worst-case scenario would be facing a siege from all sides, surrounded by enemies, including multiple level twelve beings. Wen Yu would be foolish to return to Earth just for the sake of chasing Tang Haofei!
The sovereign hung over Wen Yu's head like the sword of Damocles, firmly locking him down and making it impossible for him to exert his full strength!
Likewise, this was also the reason Wen Yu didn’t mobilize Type One after receiving the news—Type One, being the only possible trump card that could counter the sovereign’s assassin beside Wen Yu. However, strictly speaking, Type One was merely a disposable item, a consumable…
Once the worst-case scenario occurred, if the sovereign wanted to eliminate Wen Yu, Type One would merely provide Wen Yu with the time to escape to the Demon Realm—fighting was impossible, and Type One could not retrieve the soul realm space. Once Wen Yu left, what would the sovereign do to Type One? Thus, theoretically speaking, the moment Type One was exposed would be the moment of its demise!
The last time, it was because the golden armor was by his side that Wen Yu could use Type One. That time was in a remote desert, while this time, it was in the Main City of the Layered Battlefield! Under the eyes of so many, Wen Yu decisively wilted.
Once he activated Type One, Wen Yu could not be sure if its existence would be exposed. Doing so would be tantamount to using his strongest life-saving trump card, even his life, to trade for Tang Haofei’s life.
A losing deal!
Recalling the encounter with Tang Er in the heart resonance world after his return, Wen Yu felt a surge of pent-up frustration!
Clearly, Wen Yu and Tang Haofei were positioned against each other! Wen Yu could not allow Tang Haofei to wreak havoc outside, and Tang Haofei could not let Wen Yu suppress him.
This was indeed a formidable enemy! But in summary, this formidable enemy was something Wen Yu had inadvertently created himself…
Thinking of this, Wen Yu's gaze gradually turned cold and brutal.
Everything was simply because Wen Yu had shown weakness.
Long before Wen Yu realized there was a problem with Tang Haofei, he should have stopped thinking about saving Tang Yi and directly eliminated all traces of Tang Haofei’s existence!