Published: March 2, 2025
“Zi~~” The sound of splashing liquid echoed as Feller, bound nearby, opened his mouth, gasping weakly. A long and hideous scar marred his throat.
The bloodline curse kill had annihilated the entire Regas clan, but as an eleventh level strongman, Regas's origin power endowed him with unimaginable resistance against such assassination methods.
In other words, Wen Yu couldn't move Regas.
Wen Yu also had no intention of doing so...
One Wen Yu was simply cleaning up the filth left by Feller's death, while another Wen Yu held a mirror, in which the figures of Regas and the Lord of the Jiang Family chasing and fleeing from each other were vividly visible.
Close Yet Distant, a foundation level artifact, was a collection from the former Treasure Vault in Beijing. In Wen Yu's explanation, it was just a little toy used for peeping, but the value of the artifact mattered little; what was key was to use it in the right place.
Facing the obviously superior Lord of the Jiang Family, Wen Yu couldn't get close to observe the battle, so at this moment, this Close Yet Distant artifact was put to good use.
“Regas's defeat is beyond imagination. Yes, he fled to Feili's territory, but Feili refused to offer protection for Regas. Now Regas is leading the Lord of the Jiang Family towards the Desolate Borderlands. By the looks of it, the Lord of the Jiang Family, or rather the spirit of the demon lord, does not intend to let Regas go this time.”
Another Wen Yu waved his hand, purifying Feller's remains, and then spoke.
“Regas fleeing to the Desolate Borderlands was expected. The Demon Realm is vast, but aside from the Desolate Borderlands, there are no places for the defeated to hide. I just didn't expect this plan to execute so smoothly.”
“Indeed, Regas is truly an unexpected fool…”
Another Wen Yu sighed—killing the entire Regas clan and framing it on the Lord of the Jiang Family was a move made without much thought. If it worked, great; if not, there wouldn't be much loss.
But who would have thought that Regas was truly unaware of his own weight?
“So next…”
Another Wen Yu smirked.
“It’s our turn to take action.”
...
The murderous intent from the Lord of the Jiang Family behind made Regas's hair stand on end.
All his treasured artifacts had long been discarded by Regas, and his means of survival had been exhausted. Even his chances of resurrection had been reduced by eighty percent by the Lord of the Jiang Family.
Just as he was about to enter the territory of the Desolate Borderlands, the pursuit of the Lord of the Jiang Family had yet to cease—he was like a vengeful ghost, refusing to relent until he achieved his goal!
“I voluntarily give up my seat on the Supreme Council; I only ask that you spare my life!”
At this point, Regas had given up his pitiful dignity. He pleaded for the Lord of the Jiang Family to let him off, yet the spirit of the demon lord had made up its mind. The Lord of the Jiang Family received the command of his true body and accelerated once more, driving Regas to the brink of despair.
Suddenly, a mysterious spiritual fluctuation transmitted from afar.
“Northeast direction, one minute away. This is your way out.”
The unfamiliar spiritual fluctuation made Regas shiver. He keenly sensed that something was amiss; however, just then, a green light streaked through the sky, directly shattering Regas's head.
In a daze, that was one resurrection chance gone.
With inertia, Regas's body lunged forward, and just as his speed began to slow, he was resurrected once more. At that moment, Regas dared not harbor any distracting thoughts; he gritted his teeth and turned toward the location indicated by the mysterious voice in his mind.
Until a desolate stretch of sandy land came into view.
...
Hovering in the air, Regas circled around, trying to locate the mysterious figure who had just sent him a message, yet no matter how he searched, he could find no odd places.
“Where is he? Where is he?”
Anxious and terrified, Regas looked around, calling out loudly, but the surroundings remained silent.