Published: March 2, 2025
Although the baru demon beast had matured, keeping a feeder would always help handle certain extra risks.
Before coming here, the big boss had given the three of them additional orders—besides Baru, he wanted Gul as well.
Of course, the latter was the kind of figure that could be discarded directly if the situation became unfavorable.
After all, the baru demon beast was already mature, and its potential had been maximized; little Gul was just a backup—better to have it, but it wouldn't be a big deal if it was absent.
On the ground, Wen Yu's twisting speed was slowing down, becoming more and more sluggish, blood froth continuously spraying from his mouth and nose, and his life energy gradually weakening.
Until Howard yanked Gul's wrist, hoisting him over his shoulder, Uncle Number Three's life finally reached its end.
"Uncle..."
"Uncle!"
"Uncle!!!"
The voices went from faint to increasingly mournful. At that moment, Gul looked at Wen Yu, who was collapsed on the ground, tears and snot gushing out. He opened his hands, seemingly wanting to grab Wen Yu tightly, but he was only moving further away on Howard's shoulder.
Until pain transformed into rage.
"You bunch of bastards!"
With a sudden attack, an energy wave struck directly at Howard's face!
The explosive energy wave broke through Howard's defensive skills, leaving three bloody cuts on his pale face—but that was all.
However, under this attack, Howard couldn't help but let go of Gul, taking three steps back. Then, squinting his eyes to look back, he found Gul charging at him like a furious beast.
"Hey..."
In response, Howard just smiled and shook his head.
"Plan B!"
As soon as the words left his mouth, gravitational waves, a steel storm, and sealing energy surged toward Gul like a tidal wave, showing results one second later.
Gul's tiny body fell to the ground like a defeated sandbag.
Belief, sadness, pain, confusion—these complex emotions…
After all, they couldn't be transformed into power…
"Overestimating oneself!"
Like swatting a mosquito, Howard slowly retracted his hand, snorting disdainfully. After casually glancing at Gul's life energy and confirming it had completely vanished, he turned to leave.
"How do I explain this to Big Boss Bai?"
"Just say this guy resisted fiercely, I lost control and accidentally killed him. Anyway, Big Boss Bai didn't mention how important this little guy was; if he really was that important, Big Boss Bai would have told us in advance."
From Howard's perspective, anything could not have slipped by Bai without him noticing—his lack of a warning meant that Gul's existence was already dispensable.
And the truth was indeed so.
Bai had gone to great lengths to form the resistance army for Gul, hoping that Gul would cultivate the baru demon beast "for his own future"—working for oneself versus being forced to work would definitely entail a significant difference in quality.
And indeed, it was just as Bai had arranged—Gul had worked tirelessly to ensure that the baru demon beast successfully matured, its potential fully catalyzed.
At this point, Gul's value had already been drained.
But still, as the saying goes…
Some things' success or failure don't depend on how much effort you put in or what you sacrificed.
The key lies in timing or, one might say, luck.
And this time, luck was not on Bai's side.
Howard and the others followed the same route they came from and left directly. When the three of them completely disappeared over the horizon, inside the resistance army's first base, Uncle Number Three, who had been lying dead, suddenly twitched.
In the next second, Uncle Number Three shook his head and leisurely sat up, showing no signs of being heavily injured.
"Tsk tsk, Bai really has collected quite a few tough characters..."
Wen Yu sighed at Howard and the others' efficiency while looking toward the distance.
There, little Gul's battered body lay on the ground, covered in blood, limbs twisted, looking as miserable as could be…