Published: December 13, 2025
Lei was in a terrible state—his Soul Core had been invaded, turning his soul world into a chaotic mess.
At this moment, Lei lay on the ground, completely unconscious, yet his body continued to twitch involuntarily, as if enduring unbearable pain.
This was damage to the very essence of the soul.
But to Wen Yu, these were mere trivialities.
With the surge of the power of dreams fulfilled, after a few seconds, Lei opened his eyes.
“Let’s head back first.”
Wen Yu simply waved at Lei, not mentioning the results of the recent experiment at all. Lei understood and knew some things were not meant for him to hear. He simply bowed to Wen Yu and then followed Wei Tian out.
Soon, the entire laboratory was left with only Wen Yu.
“So, where do we start?”
Old Lin’s voice came through the computer again, slow but detailed, explaining the difficulty of this matter.
“No medicine samples, only two finished products—Lei and Marquez. But you have already examined Lei, and there’s not much value there. This matter is rather troublesome.”
Not just troublesome, but they didn’t even know where to begin.
But Wen Yu had his own channels.
“Leave it to me.”
…
The Demon Palace.
“This is the first batch of finished products? Hmm, the quality looks good. Judging by your situation, you must have thoroughly studied the manual given to you by his excellency the demon lord, right?”
Feili stood in the middle of Cold Storage Area One, looking at the ten soul puppets—corpses of demonic creatures—standing behind Wen Yu, and couldn’t help but smile slightly.
“Want to try them out?”
Wen Yu said this, then lightly snapped his fingers. As the sound echoed, the more than ten demonic clan members behind him immediately opened their eyes, a sharp aura beginning to ferment. Ten streams of level-eleven energy quickly spread out.
Of course, to Wen Yu and Feili, this had no impact at all—after all, these were just insignificant level-eleven beings.
Moreover, after being turned into soul puppets, their power had dropped significantly. To Wen Yu and Feili, this first batch of soul puppets was nothing more than expendable fodder.
But even fodder serves a purpose...
“You take one, and leave the rest to me.”
Feili was reliable when it came to agreements.
Wen Yu waved his hand, and one soul puppet stepped out of the line, disappearing into the depths of Area One. The remaining nine soul puppets stepped forward two paces, standing beside Feili.
“By the way, may I ask—these soul puppets, hmm, can only be controlled by those who possess the soul creation technique, right? You’re supposed to bring them to see the demon lord, aren’t you?”
Feili nodded directly.
“Exactly. They need his excellency the demon lord to change their ownership and add some intelligent assistance features. Don’t cause any trouble for us then.”
After all, these things belonged to Wen Yu. If Wen Yu refused to release them, it would become a war of attrition with creation energy canceling each other out.
Wen Yu shook his head, indicating he wouldn’t do anything that harmed others without benefiting himself.
“By the way, I want to ask you for a favor.”
“Go ahead.”
“I want to see the demon lord.”
Wen Yu said this, and the bright expression on Feili’s face suddenly hesitated. He looked at Wen Yu, thought for a moment, then nodded gently.
“Alright, follow me to the entrance of the top level. I need to report this to his excellency the demon lord.”
Upon hearing Feili’s words, Wen Yu smiled.
“Thanks for the trouble, brother.”
…
Standing at the entrance to the top level of the Demon Palace, Wen Yu’s expression was calm as he waited quietly.
Feili had already entered the top level of the Demon Palace ahead. Regarding Wen Yu’s attempt to visit, Feili would first report to the demon lord. As for the result, it would be entirely up to the demon lord to decide.
Soon, with the glow of a light blue portal, Feili’s figure appeared before Wen Yu once again.
“His excellency the demon lord still does not want to see you.”