Published: March 2, 2025
The clock was palm-sized, and the simple dial displayed the numbers 97.15%.
Casualties in battle were indeed not the key issue; this number was the most crucial!
Because it represented the level restraint...
Before this battle began, the progress of breaking the level restraint was merely at 9.5%. After eight years of war, the level restraint was directly shattered to 97.15%!
The speed could not be called slow, nor could the efficiency of the demonic clan be questioned. From the data, Wen Yu could also roughly estimate the casualties in this battle.
For every percentage point the level restraint broke, it represented countless lives lost! How many professionals had died in this battle, how many mutated creatures? It was a number Wen Yu couldn't even begin to count...
However, it was just a number.
War inevitably involves sacrifices; although the fallen "nameless ones" died gloriously and deserved to be remembered, it wasn’t worth Wen Yu expending his energy to pay them much attention—matters of compensation for the war dead would be handled by Fran.
Wen Yu's focus remained on the level restraint.
Currently, the level eight restraint was nearing its destruction, and with the ambition of the spirit of the demon lord, once the level nine restraint opened, it would definitely launch another attack on the Layered Battlefield. After experiencing the remote conflict with the spirit of the demon lord, Wen Yu had also sensed the gap between him and the demon lord.
It was large... very large...
As a former world will of the Demon Realm, the power of the spirit of the demon lord far exceeded Wen Yu's imagination.
This was the strength brought by the accumulation of time. It was not impossible for Wen Yu to achieve a curve-overtake, but he needed time.
The longer this time was, the better!
And where did this time come from? It would inevitably be during the period from breaking the level nine to level ten restraints...
Once the level ten restraint shattered, the spirit of the demon lord would face no obstacles. He would certainly come to the Layered Battlefield in his true form, using absolute strength to crush Wen Yu—strictly speaking, there was no deep grudge between Wen Yu and the spirit of the demon lord, but their positions were inherently opposed; the so-called “the bird that sticks its head out gets shot,” and Wen Yu, as the “bird,” would definitely become a thorn in the side of the demon lord.
This might be the true portrayal of a tall person holding up the sky when it collapses.
Thinking this way, Wen Yu also recalled the causes and consequences of this battle...
The cards of the spirit of the demon lord, or rather the demonic clan, were indeed numerous. Compared to depth, Earth was obviously at a significant disadvantage. This time, Earth was thoroughly beaten because it simply lacked high-end military power.
Imagine if Wen Yu could spare a clone to command the Layered Battlefield; what mechanical nemesis, what clone body army—they would all be easy prey, dropping dead one after another!
With this thought, Wen Yu made a decision.
...
The two people in the office were silent. Fran was flipping through the battle damage report, while Wen Yu remained still, staring at the level restraint breaking device, seemingly deep in thought.
Neither of them spoke first.
Until specks of black light suddenly emerged behind Wen Yu, increasing in intensity until they formed a black hole nearly three meters in diameter.
From the other side of the black hole surged a vast amount of demonic energy. Fran's expression changed, and he immediately stood up, his face filled with vigilance, fists clenched, as if facing a great enemy!
The concentration of this demonic energy already indicated where the other side of the black hole was!
The Demon Realm.
However, Wen Yu remained expressionless and waved his hand dismissively, signaling Fran to sit down. Then, Wen Yu stood up and looked towards the black hole behind him.