Published: March 2, 2025
The phantom became increasingly solid, and after a moment, the figure of the prophet fully materialized.
On the screen, the prophet was hurriedly packing up the experimental equipment, while beside him were Caius, Arthur, and Tang Haofei, along with several clone bodies of Tang Haofei, all helping the prophet handle these experimental devices.
The group moved swiftly, and within just a few minutes, the entire laboratory looked as if it had been swept clean by a storm.
“Based on the footage, the prophet had already reached some kind of consensus with Tang Haofei; their departure was planned,” Aoga interjected, while the spirit of the demon lord simply stared at the screen expressionlessly.
When the preparations were all done, a round rift suddenly appeared at the center of the laboratory. Seeing this, the prophet was the first to step into the rift, with Tang Haofei and the others following closely behind.
The footage ended here.
However, it left the spirit of the demon lord with a pile of questions.
“The Rift Device, that’s the Rift Device, right?”
“Yes…”
“Who?”
“It’s not one of ours…”
Aoga said with a grim expression.
“There are no signs of activation in the Rift Devices in our inventory. I estimate that it should be one of the Rift Devices that have fallen into the outside world.”
“There are two Rift Devices in the outside world, one of which is in Wen Yu's hands. However, Wen Yu cannot activate the Rift Device, so it must be another person…”
“A guy named Bai.”
“Bai?”
Upon hearing this name, the spirit of the demon lord frowned.
“Indeed, he is currently the treasure land guardian no. 1. It is said that he was developed by the sovereign on Earth, but there are no specific records of his life…”
At this point, Aoga couldn't help but smile bitterly.
“This guy seems to have appeared out of nowhere; apart from some inconsequential details, we cannot find any records of him at all!”
Bai acted with deliberate caution and didn’t seem to have done anything “significant”… or rather, no one knew about the significant things he had done.
To everyone, this guy looked like someone just passing by, and the only intelligence they had was some information from his time as the president of the lone wanderers' mutual aid union, which was hardly useful.
At this, both the spirit of the demon lord and Aoga fell silent. The two stared at each other for a long time, and in the end, the spirit of the demon lord shook his head and turned to leave.
Bai was, for the spirit of the demon lord, a nonexistent person; how could the spirit deal with that?
Seeing this, Aoga quickly wagged his tail and caught up. He followed behind the spirit of the demon lord and spoke.
“Um, what’s next…”
“Gather strength and wait for the next round of attacks; what else can we do?”
“And this time?”
“We're not attacking; the level restraint at level eight is about to break. Let's wait a bit.”
The two exchanged questions and answers before quickly disappearing.
...
With the last vine collapsing, the Demon Realm Flower that had trapped Wen Yu for nearly nine years finally began to wither.
The petals quickly dried up and turned to dust, dissipating into the air within seconds. After breaking free from the constraints, Wen Yu's face turned pale, and he stumbled for a moment but quickly regained his balance.
The energy clash with the spirit of the demon lord seemed straightforward and dull, yet the dangers involved were far beyond simple explanations— the spirit of the demon lord connected to Wen Yu's own power, turning Wen Yu's body into the battlefield for the most direct offense and defense. Without even mentioning the “battle losses” on both sides, the damage to the battlefield alone would be enough to keep Wen Yu occupied.
After a brief hesitation, Wen Yu finally straightened up. As he expelled red mist from his mouth and nose, he took a few deep breaths to recover.
The injuries on his body would take at least ten days to heal completely, but given the spirit of the demon lord's withdrawal, Wen Yu could afford to wait those ten days.