Published: March 2, 2025
Eleven demonic clan members were laid out by Wen Yu in a single stroke. He rummaged through his Spatial Ring and took out a delicate handgun.
Vicious...
For these avatars of the demon spirit, Wen Yu had to use vicious methods to seal them thoroughly before transferring them to the Eternal Prison Cage.
“Biubiubiu…”
The vicious bullets continued to fire, while Feili beside him simply tidied up his own share of the demon spirit avatars, and then stood still, curiously watching Wen Yu.
“You're quite interesting,” he remarked.
“I find this demonic creature of yours quite interesting too,” Wen Yu replied without looking up, and Feili, not angered, simply smiled and observed Wen Yu for a moment before speaking again.
“Is this an avatar?”
“Yes, it's an avatar…”
“I've never seen such a real avatar before. I really want to know how you dealt with Aoga.”
“Look, big brother, if you have nothing else to do, can you just leave? Do you think I find your lingering around interesting?”
Wen Yu looked at Feili, who was acting like a busybody, unable to hide his impatience—once their cooperation ended, the two no longer had any ties. Moreover, Feili had been kicked down from the top position by the demon spirit, and he would no longer be able to become the first of the demonic clan...
This meant that they had no more antagonistic relationship—Wen Yu didn't believe Feili could still affiliate himself with the demon spirit. It was impossible.
Neither enemies nor friends. In other words, Feili was nothing to Wen Yu now; at most, he could be considered a backup immortal pill after fifty years...
For someone in such a position, Wen Yu generally had no interest in dealing with them.
Perhaps Feili also sensed Wen Yu’s emotions. He tilted his head and pouted, then walked straight to a fixed position.
The two fell into silence again.
Until Wen Yu regulated the second demon spirit avatar, a faint blue light suddenly flashed at the spot Feili had just disappeared from. The sudden change made Wen Yu momentarily stunned. He raised his head and saw Feili’s face filled with doubt.
“Why are you back again?”
Wen Yu asked.
Upon hearing Wen Yu's question, Feili's face instantly showed an awkward expression.
“For you.”
“For me?”
Feili nodded, then bent down and extended his hand to Wen Yu in an inviting gesture.
“The superior has ordered me to invite you to the Demon Palace for a visit.”
Wen Yu was taken aback.
Feili's superior was certainly the demon lord, but whether this invitation was truly the demon lord's command remained to be seen.
Wen Yu was suspicious about this. Maybe Feili also understood Wen Yu's concerns, and after waiting a moment, he spoke again.
“This is just an invitation; whether you go or not depends on you.”
His tone was respectful, and his attitude sincere. Wen Yu lowered his head and pondered for a moment. After sealing the last demon spirit avatar, he finally stood up and brushed off his pants.
“You know this is an avatar, right?”
“Yes!”
“You were kicked out of the surface Demon Realm by the demon spirit and into the Demon Palace. Well, just now you mentioned the demon lord asked you to invite me to the Demon Palace, which means you’ll be hiding in the Demon Palace from now on. Is that correct?”
“Correct!”
“So it’s very likely that we won’t have any conflicts of interest in the future, right?”
“In a way, if it weren't for this invitation, we might not meet again in the future.”
“Do you know that I hold grudges? If you betray this avatar of mine, the other 88 avatars will definitely form a group to find you in the Demon Palace and even cause trouble for your master?”
“I mean no harm.”
Feili forced a smile, a look on his face that was half-smile and half-awkward—88 avatars, you really dare to boast.
“Then there’s no problem; I trust you wouldn’t dare to betray me!”
Wen Yu said, puffing his chest proudly like a rooster as he walked over to Feili.
“Lead the way.”
Feili sighed and simply stood still. Moments later, a faint blue door appeared in the previous spot.