Published: March 2, 2025
After sending away the golden armor, the spirit of the demon lord's expression changed drastically. He coldly clenched his fist, and the energy around him surged, seemingly reflecting his current state of mind.
He had finally become a powerful figure, yet he still had to bow and scrape before the sovereign. Where was the face for the spirit of the demon lord in this?
Number Three, standing beside the spirit of the demon lord, cautiously took half a step back, afraid of being swept up in his wrath. However, the spirit of the demon lord was indeed a spirit of the demon lord. He took a couple of deep breaths and suppressed the agitation in his heart.
Then, he lifted his head and looked up.
His gaze seemed to pierce through the void, reaching the highest level of the Demon Palace, where layers 998 and 999 were enveloped in white light, resembling a paradise that was detached from the world.
"Tsk..."
Thinking of this, the spirit of the demon lord snorted coldly, cursing in his heart.
"Just enjoy your last moments, old thing."
...
Unfortunately, the spirit of the demon lord's final "blessing" was destined to be unrealized.
Or rather, the demon lord had already enjoyed his last moments and was now as dead as one could be.
It was Wen Yu who suffered...
He was trapped by that unknown assassin in the Temple of the Void Realm, becoming a target to deceive the sovereign—one could only imagine the expression on the sovereign's face if he received this news...
Damn it! I was just about to let you off the hook, and now you bring trouble to me. Just tell me, how do you want to die?
This shitstorm has landed on Wen Yu, and even jumping into the Yellow River won't wash it clean...
Of course, the sovereign’s issues were not Wen Yu's primary concern at the moment; he couldn't care less about what the sovereign was up to.
At this moment, Wen Yu stood above the Temple of the Void Realm, looking at the runic formations that permeated the entire space, unable to suppress the chill in his heart.
The unknown assassin had relayed all the circumstances to Wen Yu, and he wasn't completely clueless, but there were some things he just couldn't believe.
For example, the phrase "You are destined to not escape."
How dare you say it with such certainty without even trying!
Yet reality dealt Wen Yu a heavy blow.
The runic formations surrounding the Temple of the Void Realm forbade entry and exit. That would be fine, but the strength of these formations was something Wen Yu had never encountered before!
After just a glance, Wen Yu felt dizzy.
He was angered...
The strength of this formation was even greater than the light barrier the sovereign had given to the demon lord! It could easily seal a level twelve—why the hell was this being placed on me? I wonder if that unknown assassin thinks highly of me or just thinks I'm pathetic...
But I don't need your pity.
All I want is to live a simple life like a landlord, bullying a good woman from time to time. Now, what is this situation!
Of course, backing down was not Wen Yu's style.
He soared upwards, extending his hand to gently touch the barrier. However, with a powerful backlash surging into his body, Wen Yu was immediately sent flying backward as if he had been electrocuted.
Charging through was definitely not an option...
Then, it had to be a battle of skills.
Thinking this, Wen Yu looked again at the barrier above.
About an hour later, Wen Yu cursed under his breath and turned back into the inner palace.
He couldn’t break it...
This was like an elementary school student trying to build a nuclear reactor—Wen Yu simply didn’t have the requisite knowledge!
...
Back in the main hall of the Temple of the Void Realm, Wen Yu sat cross-legged. He supported his chin and feigned a serious expression, pondering.
Layer 999 of the Demon Palace perfectly severed the connection to the soul. Other than the little soul beast on his shoulder, Wen Yu had no one to accompany him.
He was even unable to communicate with the outside world.