Published: March 2, 2025
Three hours into the attack on the Demon Palace by the spirit of the demon lord, team 1852 successfully found the passage to the Negative 997th Layer.
The news was promptly sent to the tactical terminals of all the sub-teams.
In these three hours, the vast Negative 998th Layer of the Demon Palace had already been swept clean by the advance forces!
Thus, the team began to gather.
Under the leadership of an avatar of the demon spirit, the first eighty-five teams converged along the passage to the Negative 997th Layer.
After a brief battle, the connection between the two layers was established.
When the team that Wen Yu was part of returned to the main base of the Negative 998th Layer, the front line intelligence had already been updated.
“Lord Ihael has breached the passage from Negative 997th to Negative 996th Layer. There were three eleventh-level strongmen blocking the way, and they have all been eliminated. Over a thousand sub-teams have broken through the largest stronghold in the Negative 997th Layer, and the entire resistance in the Negative 997th Layer has been wiped out.”
“What a bunch of weaklings.”
The captain didn't hold back in his evaluation.
Wen Yu, on the other hand, gazed at the continuous influx of troops through the teleportation array, feeling a twinge of pity for the Demon Palace.
This Demon Palace had truly enjoyed an unreasonably long period of peace… Compared to the war machine that is the surface Demon Realm, Wen Yu could not find any way for the Demon Palace to escape this calamity.
This pity came quickly and left just as fast.
Just one second later, the captain of team 8825's voice extinguished Wen Yu's fleeting sympathy.
“The next task… does not have specific indicators.”
“We can either stay here for a brief rest or head outside to capture slaves. As for occupying important strategic buildings, well, I slipped and missed the chance…”
“Alright, brothers.”
The captain withdrew his gaze from the tactical terminal and looked at the other nine, speaking up.
“Now, we can discuss our next course of action.”
As soon as the captain finished speaking, a relatively strong demonic creature in the team immediately took over the conversation.
“I prefer heading to the Negative 996th Layer. Didn’t Lord Ihael already open the passage and descend there? Compared to the Negative 998th and Negative 997th Layers, I think there should be more opportunities there.”
Although this statement earned unanimous agreement from the team, upon reflection, it was essentially a redundant remark.
Who doesn’t know that the highest gains are at the front lines of war?
Of course, high gains also mean high danger — if nothing unexpected happens, clashes between eleventh-level strongmen are likely to occur there.
The spirit of the demon lord, an avatar called Ihael, against the eleventh-level strongmen of the Demon Palace.
However, as a member of the advance troops, a tenth-level limit breaker expert, and a high-level combat force of the Demon Realm, the mere danger was hardly taken seriously by everyone!
This proposal was passed at lightning speed with a vote of 10 to 0, and after a quick organization, the team immediately set off.
A day later.
In the Negative 996th Layer of the Demon Palace, a micro-city named Guladar.
Flames were burning, and the air was filled with the acrid scent of burning and the metallic smell of blood.
Once the only city in the Negative 996th Layer of the Demon Palace, it had turned into a wasteland amidst howling and murderous intent.
At this moment, Wen Yu was sitting atop a high-rise building, playing with a short knife transformed from the War Master, his gaze fixed on the distance.
His exceptional vision allowed him to see much farther than most of the demon clan in the city, enabling him to spot five shadows entangled in the far east.
That was the battlefield of the eleventh level.
One of them was Ihael — an avatar of the demon spirit.
The other four were all eleventh-level strongmen of the Demon Palace — pathetic creatures.