Published: March 2, 2025
"So, what are you waiting for?"
Having absorbed the power of nearly seventy avatars of the demon spirit and most of the onlookers below, Feili at this moment resembled a celestial god, emanating an indomitable aura.
At least, Aoga, along with the memories of two lives of the world will that resided within him, could only find one entity comparable to the current Feili: the Heaven-Piercing Immortal Emperor.
Indeed, in Aoga's view, after absorbing such a vast amount of nutrients, Feili's peak power was already sufficient to be on par with the former Heaven-Piercing Immortal Emperor.
In contrast, the remaining ten or so stronger avatars of the demon spirit had already lost most of their power in the previous attack, and at this moment, they faced Feili, gasping weakly for breath. What they had just said about "killing" now seemed utterly laughable.
On the surface, the situation was already settled; Aoga and the others focused intently on Feili, while Feili was also waiting for the demon spirit's counterattack—he wanted to use this opportunity to draw out the demon spirit's true self and completely crush it!
Naturally, both sides overlooked a figure far in the distance, stealthily making its way to the location of the fallen avatar of the demon spirit on the outer circle.
...
It was a bone demon, standing over two meters tall and clad in menacing bone armor. According to various intelligence reports, Wen Yu could not recall a name corresponding to the appearance of this demonic creature from his memories; it appeared to be a "container" secretly cultivated by the demon spirit.
As he got closer, Wen Yu sensed the power of the demon spirit and had a deeper understanding of Feili's strength.
The bone demon before him, seemingly on the verge of death, emitted an aura not inferior to that of the Lord of the Jiang Family. Wen Yu believed that if it were to fight against the Lord of the Jiang Family one-on-one, the outcome would be a fifty-fifty chance.
Yet, this strong adversary was swept out like a piece of cake by Feili—he hadn't killed it because doing so would trigger the enemy's resurrection methods. It was a better choice to severely injure it and then seal its recovery abilities.
Of course, for Wen Yu, this was the best scenario.
He appraised the fallen bone demon, which seemed to sense someone approaching. It struggled to open its eyes, but could not manage to do so—it had already been drained of all its strength by Feili in the previous battle.
Now, it was finished; it could not even recognize its assailant or convey any messages.
Without hesitation, Wen Yu decisively sent the avatar of the demon spirit back to the Netherworld.
However...
With a sudden "whoosh," Wen Yu felt several glances from above locking onto him.
...
His smile stiffened.
Wen Yu recalled the residual energy waves of the Netherworld that might attract the attention of Feili and the avatars of the demon spirit. Nonetheless, faced with such blatant temptation, he ultimately took the risk to act.
But getting caught red-handed in front of others was quite awkward...
Thinking this, Wen Yu immediately looked up, only to see that Feili and the avatars of the demon spirit had decisively halted their confrontation, all staring at him. Wen Yu fell silent for about three seconds before breaking into a radiant smile.
"Hello everyone, please continue..."
After saying this, the Netherworld activated once more, swiftly "arresting" the other ten avatars of the demon spirit within its coverage—there was only this much space left in the Eternal Prison Cage.
Such reckless behavior surprisingly lightened the already serious ultimate showdown in the Demon Realm, and Feili looked at Wen Yu with an expression that was both amused and exasperated.
However, for the avatars of the demon spirit, this was not something to be dismissed with a laugh.
Aoga glared at Wen Yu and suddenly let out a roar, his massive form shrinking in an instant. He opened his mouth wide, seemingly wanting to deliver a heavy blow to Wen Yu.