Doomsday Summoning Frenzy

“Do you want revenge?”

A sudden voice rang in Bai Feifei's ears, causing her eyes to emit a captivating glow.

“Yes, very much!”

She didn't bother asking “Who are you?”—such trivial matters were unimportant. This voice, indistinguishable in gender, struck straight to the depths of Bai Feifei's heart, clearly articulating her most fervent desire.

“Hehe, then, are you willing to give up everything for it?”

The eerie voice came again, and this time, Bai Feifei found the source—it was from within herself.

But that didn’t matter at all!

“I want to kill them all! Every last one! Give up everything? Since my brother died, what do I have left?”

A voice filled with hatred and a touch of desolation escaped Bai Feifei's lips, and fortunately, there was no one around her anymore.

“Hehe, wonderful. Since you've made your decision, I will teach you how to take them all to hell together!!!”

...

A night passed just like that.

The sky had fully brightened.

Wen Yu let out a big yawn from his bed and glanced at the clock in the room.

It was already noon.

“Knock, knock, knock.”

“Wen Yu, come down for a meal. Zhang Wenhu has arranged a feast for us, saying it's to send us off.”

The knocking came from Sun Ruixing.

“Got it, give me a moment.”

Wen Yu got out of bed and rubbed his cheeks vigorously, shaking off the remnants of sleep that clouded his mind.

After tidying up, Wen Yu opened the bedroom door.

Outside, Sun Ruixing and Sun Aotian were quietly waiting.

“Brother Wen Yu, when are you leaving?”

Sun Aotian quietly asked from the side.

“We'll leave after lunch.”

“Then, can you take me with you?”

As soon as Sun Aotian said this, both Wen Yu and Sun Ruixing fell silent.

The two didn’t trust Sun Aotian.

Even with Sun Ruixing’s personality, he understood that a weak yet scheming person is definitely not a good teammate.

“The place we’re going is very dangerous; your strength is a bit lacking.”

Wen Yu deflected.

In reality, all three knew where Wen Yu was headed, and this statement was clearly a blatant lie.

However, even if Wen Yu was lying, Sun Aotian had to take it as truth!

“Then I won’t go.”

Sun Aotian nodded, his emotions well-hidden by his lowered head.

...

In the familiar little restaurant downstairs, it was still the same private room.

As soon as Wen Yu and the others entered, Zhang Wenhu immediately stood up.

“Come, come, come, Brother Wen Yu, sit here. Today, I’ll open a couple of good bottles of wine to toast my younger brother!”

Looking at Zhang Wenhu’s enthusiastic face, Wen Yu smiled and said,

“Thank you, big brother!”

Everyone at the table understood Zhang Wenhu’s intention—he wanted Wen Yu to leave as soon as possible. As long as Wen Yu stayed here, they wouldn’t find any peace.

Wen Yu understood this too, but Zhang Wenhu's attitude didn’t ignite any anger within him.

Once the three were seated, Zhang Wenhu raised a glass of wine, and the conversation naturally drifted to this morning's events.

“Little brother, I don’t know how your exploration went this morning at the mountain?”

This matter was undoubtedly a thorn in Zhang Wenhu's heart, sharper than any issues brought by Wen Yu himself.

Wen Yu shook his head.

“I saw that giant eagle, but it can fly, and I can’t handle it alone. If I’m not mistaken, the one who can bring down that giant eagle is definitely not something I can manage. I seriously thought about it and decided to let it go.”

After Wen Yu finished, a flash of disappointment crossed Zhang Wenhu's eyes.

Wen Yu's words meant that they would have to solve this problem themselves.

And could Zhang Wenhu and the others resolve this trouble? Obviously not.

“Alright, enough of that. Let’s eat and drink well. I’ve prepared some food and water for you downstairs; don’t forget to take it with you when you leave.”

“Thank you, Brother Tiger.”

Wen Yu nodded and graciously accepted Zhang Wenhu's goodwill.

...

Just as everyone was toasting and enjoying the meal in the restaurant, a disheveled figure stumbled into the camp.