Doomsday Summoning Frenzy

The moonlight gradually thickened.

It wasn't until the sky began to brighten with a fish-belly white that Gul and Uncle Number Three finally ended their conversation.

Gul had gained the support of Uncle Number Three, and while Wen Yu didn't get everything he wanted, he still considered it a significant harvest.

The three ancient demon guards disappeared once again into the lush jungle, while Gul and Wen Yu returned along the same path to the safe point, preparing for their next tasks.

To sway Lei and Marquez...

Hmm, to sway an eighth level limit breaker with a tier 3 peak body was indeed a difficult and foolish endeavor, akin to climbing to the sky.

Gul was not without self-awareness; all the way, he frowned, seemingly pondering how to break this deadlock and win over the two influential external supporters, while Wen Yu merely watched Gul until they returned to the safe point through the underground tunnel. Only then did Wen Yu gently pat Gul's shoulder.

"Don't worry, leave it to me."

He said this with a confident expression, while Gul merely forced a stiff smile, seemingly lacking confidence in Wen Yu.

But then again, having confidence in this situation would indeed be ridiculous...

Gul's attempt to pull in Lei and Marquez was a gamble; success (which had less than a one percent chance) would be great, but even if unsuccessful, it would still add some support to the resistance army. That’s right; Uncle Number Three, a tier 3 peak, could indeed be considered a significant asset to the resistance army right now...

In any case, given Lei and Marquez's attitude toward the demonic clan, a little risk was worth taking compared to the potential rewards.

"Well then, Uncle, get some rest, I’ll be going."

With this, Gul gave a slight bow to Wen Yu and then disappeared among the towering tents, while Wen Yu merely watched him walk further away before revealing a smile.

"Still too young..."

The tactic of deception was indeed tempting, and intentionally exaggerating one's capabilities was a clever move, but the problem was that Gul said too much.

To say so much to a stranger he had only met for a few days could only be explained as a child's boastfulness upon suddenly gaining power.

Needless to say, even with the support of that insider, this kid Gul would never achieve anything significant in the future—too inexperienced, too naive, too young.

However...

It didn’t matter...

After all, there was still your lovely “Uncle Number Three”...

Wen Yu smiled slightly, and a wave of his soul instantly spread out, reaching Lei’s ears in a blink.

"Come see me!"

...

The next day.

Gul had just woken up and hurriedly dressed and ate before rushing to Wen Yu's tent.

Along the way, Gul's mind was racing, and in a short time, he thought through all the potential issues that could arise during the process of swaying Lei and Marquez—he needed to discuss the specific steps of this operation in detail with his “Uncle Number Three.”

However, just as he arrived at Wen Yu's tent and before Gul could enter, a series of voices reached his ears.

"My lord, our resistance army's goal is not to overthrow the rule of Beijing, but simply to find a safe haven for us homeless members of the demonic clan..."

"My lord, think about it..."

Uncle Number Three's voice was ebullient and melodious, like a lark, until a deafening voice suddenly rang in Gul's ears.

"Who?"

In the next second, a large hand grabbed Gul by the neck from deep within the tent, pulling him inside.

"My lord, please hold on, let me formally introduce you to the current leader of the resistance army, Lord Gul!"

Wen Yu stood calmly beside Gul, pointing at him, and then smiled gently at Gul, indicating the person who was tightly holding him.

"This one, my lord, you also know, Lord Lei from the safe point."

Gul felt stars in his eyes, realizing that letting Uncle Number Three handle this was a colossal mistake—damn it, what an idiot! To charge in without any plan, who do you think you are?