Published: March 2, 2025
Layered Battlefield, Frontline Command Center.
"So, during the last demonic disaster, over a hundred thousand eighth-level peak members of the demonic clan escaped from the main battle area and entered the rear?"
In response to Fang Bai's question, the Corpse Puppet nodded.
"That's right, over a hundred thousand."
This number seemed quite large, but considering the spouting capacity of the Demon Realm Gate, merely over a hundred thousand demonic beings wasn't that terrifying after all.
In fact, after every large-scale demonic disaster, there would always be some stragglers wandering around the Layered Battlefield, exhibiting varied and bizarre abilities. The escape of a few demonic creatures was hardly worth mentioning.
Beijing had proper methods to handle such situations.
"Notify the oath keeper and ask Lin Que to take action. After all, my nephew has held the number one rank for over a decade..."
Fang Bai casually remarked, and the Corpse Puppet smiled in response.
With both Wen Yu and Tang Haofei not participating in the ranking battles, it was only natural that Lin Que had held the number one position for over thirty years.
However, there was one thing that worried Fang Bai greatly—his nephew, along with his own son, seemed to be like monks, one solely focused on becoming stronger and the other only on work. The fourth generation of the Lin family had yet to show itself.
But who knows how long the lifespan of practitioners really is... the so-called procreation of offspring was not something to rush.
In these thirty-five years, aside from Arthur and Qin Shiyuan having one son and one daughter, the upper echelons of Beijing had not experienced much in terms of emotional connections.
"And about the lone wanderers' mutual aid union, I'll go talk to Bai and let this group of lone wanderers handle this matter—it's a good way for them to vent, so they won't cause any more chaos."
Hearing the Corpse Puppet's suggestion, Fang Bai nodded in agreement.
Ever since Wen Yu took over as the commander-in-chief of Beijing, everything in the world had been moving in a positive direction—no more ambitious individuals, but there was now a solid backbone supporting everything. Whether it was soul puppets, practitioners, or mutated beasts, they all gathered around Wen Yu leading in Beijing.
At this moment, Fang Bai could only marvel at how wise Lin Haifeng was to push Wen Yu onto the throne of commander-in-chief of Beijing!
"By the way, there's one more thing."
"What is it?"
"This..."
The Corpse Puppet said as it picked up a document placed beside it and handed it to Fang Bai.
"The recent military operations deployment of the demonic clan."
"Another one of these?"
Fang Bai chuckled as he took the document and began to read it in detail. After a moment, he let out a long sigh.
"I really don't know where you get so much detailed information from."
In response to Fang Bai's remark, the Corpse Puppet chuckled lightly.
"You don't need to know that..."
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Demon Realm.
At the base of the fifty-eighth Special Operations Team under the demon spirit, in the captain's office.
"Captain, it's me."
"Come in."
As the door opened, a three-meter tall, rugged-looking cyclops strode into the captain's office. He looked at the silhouette sitting opposite him and scratched his head foolishly.
"Captain Yuwen, we have orders from above to head to Lord of the Jiang Family's place. It seems the lord of the demon spirit wants to send some reinforcements to the Jiang army."
"So, that batch of reinforcements is us, huh?"
The guy named Yuwen stood up, his height of one meter ninety made him seem like a frail child in front of the cyclops, yet his presence was undiminished and even slightly stronger.
"Yes!"
The cyclops clearly had great trust in his captain, nodding his head, and then disclosed the information he had gathered.
"It seems there has been some conflict with Lord Regas over at the Jiang army; he wants to teach Regas a lesson through us. After all, we are the elite among the elites..."
Once the cyclops started talking, he was like a rushing river, unable to be stopped. Yuwen merely waited for him to drift off-topic until he mentioned what he had eaten last night, before Yuwen waved his hand.