Published: March 2, 2025
When the words "I concede" were uttered by Tang Haofei, the Barrier that enveloped the outside world instantly collapsed.
Wen Yu looked up at the sky and saw the sovereign gazing at him, his eyes devoid of joy or sadness, leaving Wen Yu unable to discern the sovereign's true intentions.
However, from the action of removing the Barrier, it was clear that he already believed Wen Yu had won this battle.
That was enough...
In the next moment, the figure of the sovereign slowly faded until it disappeared, while Tang Haofei staggered off the arena, heading who knows where.
"Sequence One, Wen Yu, congratulations..."
The golden armor sent his congratulations, and Wen Yu merely nodded lightly, then with a flash of his figure, vanished from sight.
...
After returning to the private box, Wen Yu first sent a message to Tang Haofei—essentially expressing that he felt quite embarrassed for putting Old Tang in such a situation...
As for whether it was true or false—after learning from Lin Haifeng for so long, Wen Yu had already mastered the art of concealing his thoughts. At least, with Tang Haofei's limited abilities, he could only discern that Wen Yu was sincerely apologizing.
"It's okay, it's just a matter of life and death battle resolution after all."
A moment later, Old Tang’s reply came back, and Wen Yu pondered briefly before sending another message.
"Don't go too hard on yourself..."
The conversation ended there, and then Wen Yu called Fran.
...
"This is how things are."
From Fran, Wen Yu received the latest intelligence from the frontline in Zone Three.
"Do you need me to take action?" Wen Yu asked, and Fran did not hold back.
"It would be best if you could take action; even reducing some losses would be good."
With millions of soul puppets and an even larger number of low-level demonic clan members escaping, the negative impact of this situation was incredibly significant. Once these soul puppets attacked the cities in Zone Three in groups, no one would be able to withstand such an onslaught.
Zone Three, after all, was still a sparsely populated and under-resourced rear area—it was even less fortified than Zone One.
Of course, there was also the heavily pressured Zone Eight and Zone Seven—but the output of the Demon Realm Gate had its limits; as long as Wen Yu placed two Barriers, there would be no issues.
With both Wen Yu and Tang Haofei alive, at the level of Stage Eight, if there was no internal strife, the demonic disaster was hardly a concern!
Hearing Fran's suggestion, Wen Yu readily agreed, then seemed to think of something and said to Fran.
"I think Tang Haofei can also contribute a bit."
"Indeed... In fact, Old Tang is right here with me."
Fran said with a wry smile, revealing Tang Haofei's whereabouts, and Wen Yu immediately understood.
It seemed Tang Haofei had hurriedly left the arena, not to lick his wounds in some corner, but had directly entered the savior state of "taking the world as his responsibility."
Old Tang...
Wen Yu felt it was hard to judge him now.
...
Zone Three.
Continental Block 75461.
A brief energy fluctuation flashed by, then quickly subsided, and the already lifeless prairie became eerily silent.
Several soul puppets stood in the middle of a heap of wild boar corpses, licking the blood on the ground, devouring the bodies, and absorbing the soul power.
For a micro wild boar tribe with only a few dozen members, several soul puppets at the peak of Stage Eight were undoubtedly an overwhelming force.
At this moment, the soul puppets were whispering to each other, their soul fluctuations continuously transmitting, seemingly sharing some kind of information. However, suddenly, a tremendous pressure from the sky made them all look up.
There, hovering in the air, was a figure radiating lightning, standing like a deity, emanating terrifying thunder energy.
A vast perception swept across the entire continent like a gale, and in the blink of an eye, the figure in the sky had located all the enemy soul puppets on this continental block.
A total of 35,218.