Published: March 1, 2025
“Old Li, please protect my son and leave quickly!”
After Zhang Wenhu spoke these words, he seemed to age ten years instantly.
“But…”
Li Shanlin appeared to want to say something, but he was pulled back by Zhang Lifai.
“Let’s go, Uncle Shanlin, there’s no hope left…”
Zhang Lifai’s eyes were filled with tears as he lowered his head, not daring to look at Zhang Wenhu even slightly.
Hearing Zhang Lifai's seemingly heartless words, Zhang Wenhu instead smiled.
With his rough hands, he gently wiped the tears from his son's eyes and nodded seriously.
“You're a good boy, worthy of being my Zhang Wenhu's son. I won’t say too much, just remember, survive! No matter what, you must survive!”
Seeing Zhang Lifai sobbing, Zhang Wenhu patted his son’s shoulder, turned around, and carefully looked at the increasingly numerous demonic creatures.
“The rest of you, stay here.”
Behind Zhang Wenhu, with Zhang Lifai and Li Shanlin having walked far away, only ten high-ranking members of the camp controlled by the Enslavement Contract remained.
Under the effects of the Enslavement Contract, these people, even knowing they would surely die, could not resist the orders given by Zhang Wenhu.
“What a irony!”
Zhang Wenhu sighed as he looked at the ten unwilling individuals behind him, then glanced at the demonic creatures that had already arranged themselves, ready to launch their attack, shaking his head in despair.
“Clearly possessing powerful professions and a camp full of manpower, yet in the end, they were killed by a bitch and their own profession!”
“You didn’t expect this, did you?”
Zhang Wenhu had a strange smile on his face as he turned back to look at Zang Pengfei and others.
“Thinking they could decide the lives and deaths of others, yet in the end, couldn’t even control their own life.”
...
When Wen Yu quickly arrived at the newly established small outpost, most of the professionals from the camp had already come over.
In the distance, the overwhelming number of demonic creatures had occupied most of the gathering place, with only Zhang Wenhu and a few professionals controlled by the contract facing the surging horde of demons.
At the entrance of the camp, Sun Ruixing led a large group of stumbling ordinary people slowly advancing toward the outpost.
Everything was proceeding according to everyone's thoughts, whether actively or passively.
“Why aren’t they here yet?”
Wen Yu's heart grew more anxious, constantly turning his head to look at the distant mountains and forests.
Unfortunately, silence prevailed.
Wen Yu didn’t understand what was happening with the one-eyed creatures, but he knew that if the demonic clan launched an attack before the mutated beasts arrived, then this small outpost painstakingly arranged by Sun Ruixing and Sun Aotian would have to be abandoned.
At that time, retreating back into the mountains would be the best option.
“Hopefully, they can make it in time.”
Wen Yu silently wished in his heart.
...
Unfortunately, the developments did not depend on Wen Yu's thoughts.
As he watched the mountains and forests remain silent, the demonic clan grew increasingly numerous.
Until a scaly ancient demon slowly walked out of the Demon Realm Gate.
Its short and stout neck twisted slowly as the ancient demon surveyed its surroundings, a deep mumble escaping its mouth.
“Is this the world we are about to invade?”
“What a delicious flavor, right?”
Standing beside the ancient demon was a black-robed demon creature that spoke sharply and sickeningly.
“Not bad.”
The ancient demon Aros clearly did not wish to engage in further conversation with the black-robed demon creature and was somewhat wary of it, slowly walking toward the front of the horde, first glancing at Zhang Wenhu's pale face not far away, letting out a disdainful snort, then turning to look at the increasingly numerous demonic army behind.
Four stout arms were raised high, as if to embrace the sun in the sky.