Published: March 2, 2025
"Whoo!"
Once everyone else had left, and only Wen Yu and Tang Haofei remained in the office, Wen Yu finally let out a heavy sigh and slumped into his chair.
"What's wrong?"
Tang Haofei spoke up beside him, looking at Wen Yu as if he could sense the difficulties hidden beneath his surface.
"How should I put it, Old Tang, we’ve gotten ourselves into big trouble this time."
Wen Yu rubbed his cheeks and then forced a bitter smile.
"What do you mean?"
"I mean the demonic clan's offensive this time..."
As Wen Yu spoke, he seemed to recall the scenes he had witnessed.
Tens of thousands of tons of war supplies, various kinds, and demonic clans never seen before, war machinery, various strategic-level weapons, and many secretly cultivated demonic clan experts.
Every world war is a feast for the demonic clan, where they divide the world's essence and learn from the strengths of each world. Over countless worlds, the technological reserves and hidden cards of the demonic clan had reached a staggering level that left even Wen Yu astonished!
Originally, the vast demonic clan was divided into seven, with the highest council of seven in the demonic clan military department quietly developing their power, each unaware of the hidden cards the others possessed.
But with Wen Yu breaking this balance, and the spirit of the demon lord successfully driving Feili away, the demonic clan had become unrecognizable amidst this chaos!
The spirit of the demon lord had integrated everything!
It was like mixing seven ropes, reconfiguring and kneading them into a massive rebar—this couldn’t even be described as one plus one equals two.
"There are some things I didn’t mention earlier. The spirit of the demon lord has already completed the preparations for war, and he has set the date for the final battle—it will be when the ninth-level level restraint is broken."
"Ninth level?"
This number left Old Tang somewhat bewildered.
"Yes, the ninth level... there are quite a few ninth-level experts in the demonic clan as well, and most of their hidden methods can also enter the layered battlefield at the ninth level. Even if the high-end experts can’t get in, the Demon Realm still has the strength to fight... or rather, they have always had the strength to fight!"
"During the final battle, if they manage to shatter the level restraint casually, once the ninth level to tenth level level restraint is penetrated, the day of destruction may not be far off..."
At that moment, Wen Yu's expression turned slightly pessimistic. He seemed unable to envision how to resolve this situation until Tang Haofei pondered for a moment and finally spoke to Wen Yu.
"Then, do you know where their supply reserves and strategic weapons are?"
"I do."
"I have an idea..."
Tang Haofei said, and then Wen Yu turned to look at him.
"I will go to the Demon Realm first and destroy these strategic weapons, even the research facilities in the Demon Realm. I think doing this should buy us a considerable amount of time against the demonic clan."
As soon as these words were spoken, Wen Yu was taken aback. He looked at Tang Haofei, who had a resolute expression, radiating a sense of duty.
"You... this matter is extremely dangerous; I can’t assess the spirit of the demon lord's power at all!"
"I know it's dangerous, but precisely because it’s dangerous is when I am most needed."
Old Tang said this, and then looked at Wen Yu with a determined gaze and unwavering belief.
Wen Yu, however, slowly narrowed his eyes.
A thought suddenly flashed through Wen Yu's mind...
It was about his own stance.
...
The butt defines the brain.
Often, a person's identity and status can influence their judgment.
However, there is a thought-provoking question here.
Wen Yu, whose stance does he lean towards now, himself or the Beijing chief commander?
Just like a mother, is her identity as someone’s mother more important, or is her own identity more important?
To go further, when faced with a choice between two options, does this mother choose to protect herself or her child?