Published: March 2, 2025
Ten days later.
Wang Fucai put down the communicator and let out a relaxed breath.
"Did you get in touch?" Yang Hong asked from the side.
Wang Fucai nodded gently. "Wen Yu said to gather at the Red Rock Canyon."
Yang Hong fell silent for a moment before slowly getting up and walking toward the entrance where the two were hiding.
Outside, it was desolate...
The two had originally been hiding not far from Las Vegas, and they had naturally witnessed the collapse of the demonic clan's army. They had a general idea of what had happened.
Ten days ago, Wen Yu sent out a message allowing the two to act freely, and since then, they had been wandering near Las Vegas.
"It seems like the situation on Wen Yu's side is over... At least it avenges the people from the Red Stone Grand Hotel," Wang Fucai said, noticing the sadness on Yang Hong's face.
After ten days of companionship, the bond between Yang Hong and Wang Fucai had deepened. Although they weren't blood brothers, their relationship had certainly grown closer.
Yang Hong nodded in silence, staring at the view outside the cave entrance, lost in thought.
...
Somewhere far west of Las Vegas.
Arthur swung his sword, slaying an approaching early-stage fifth-level demonic creature, and took a moment to catch his breath.
The soul armament on his body looked like an oil painting, dyed haphazardly with the blood of various demonic creatures.
Behind him, a somewhat disheveled tall figure slowly emerged from the ruins of a building and walked in front of Arthur.
"Is it over?"
"Yeah, just a small group of demonic creatures we encountered. No problem. But you... how many times have I told you to stay farther back..."
Arthur looked helplessly at Qin Shiyuan beside him.
"It's fine, you're so strong, there's no way you would let them hurt me, right?"
Qin Shiyuan said playfully.
The ten days of bloody experiences had matured this sister, who had always been protected like precious porcelain by Qin Tian—at least to the point where she wouldn't faint at the sight of various colors of demonic blood.
...
"So, there’s a saying on Earth: people are pushed to grow."
In a somewhat intact small building in the distance, Mara was observing Arthur and Qin Shiyuan's somewhat ambiguous interaction through an irregular mirror while speaking casually.
Behind him, five different-looking demonic creatures were busy with their own tasks, making the scene appear a bit hectic.
Mara didn't care whether his words elicited a response from any other beings.
"This woman, aside from being a bit timid, has a decent character. She has grown quite a bit over these ten days... tsk tsk, worthy of a sixth-generation seed of destruction."
Mara contemplated his game plan while gently playing with a black grainy object in his hand and sighed after a while.
"By the way, how is the situation with Sequence Two?"
Hearing Mara's inquiry, a demonic creature with large eyes immediately replied.
"The demonic army in Las Vegas has completely collapsed, none of the high-end combatants escaped, but quite a few low-level demons managed to flee..."
For the demonic clan, this was terrible news; it meant that in this initial wave of attacking America, thirty percent of their elite warriors were buried in Las Vegas.
But for Mara, these were minor issues.
The key was the military order he had established—bring back the head of Sequence Two within a year...
Now it seemed that this military order was a bit of wishful thinking.
Countless thoughts raced through Mara's mind, and after a while, he shook his head.
"The method to complete the mission still relies on the Bone Sword man and the knight, and just these two are not enough..."
"So, the plan still needs to account for external factors."
"I wonder if a year will be enough..."
Thinking of this, Mara directed his gaze to the documents beside him.
On the cover page made of an unknown black material, a few large characters were written in red demonic script.
"Overview of current factions and powerful individuals on Earth and their relationships."