Published: March 2, 2025
When the Heaven-Piercing Demon Vine completely surrounded the large area of the city wall, the battle situation on the eastern city wall immediately became clear.
In fact, there wasn't really any battle situation...
The demonic creatures attacking the eastern city wall were merely following the orders of the higher-ups in the demonic clan, continuously sending themselves to their deaths— in the demonic clan, the lives of cannon fodder were of no value; dying was just dying.
A massive number of demonic creatures surged toward the area covered by the Heaven-Piercing Demon Vine, only to be absorbed into it. The level of hunger of the Heaven-Piercing Demon Vine exceeded imagination; even corpses would be squeezed for their value. Dried-out bodies would soon be drained of every nutrient, turning into a pile of ashes...
Looking at Wen Yu's face, which was filled with comfort and enjoyment, and then glancing at the seemingly mindless low-level demonic creatures continuously charging into the attack range of the Heaven-Piercing Demon Vine, Lei let out a sigh.
From the looks of it, the tactical command of the demonic clan was likely unaware of the properties and functions of the Heaven-Piercing Demon Vine, thinking it was merely a biological weapon, still attempting to break the deadlock using cannon fodder tactics...
"It really lacks honor and value..."
The thrill of power enhancement always made Wen Yu addicted.
"By the way, Lei, help me move a chair, and if there's anything, just come find me here."
"Understood..."
Lei responded and went off to carry out the order.
With the Heaven-Piercing Demon Vine in Wen Yu's hands, staying at the front lines of the battlefield was indeed the best choice. Rather than sitting in an office, Wen Yu preferred to slaughter the endless cannon fodder at the front lines.
Having casually given orders, it took no more than three minutes for a comfortable reclining chair to be placed behind Wen Yu.
Leaning gently against the chair, Wen Yu squinted his eyes.
Feeling the warmth in his body, watching the relentless group of demonic creatures in the distance, and smelling the lingering scent of gunpowder and blood nearby, Wen Yu let out a long yawn.
Now this was called life; this was the environment that suited him best.
"Well then, I'm off."
A voice came from beside him, and Wen Yu nodded in response.
...
Thirty minutes later.
Arthur sent a communication.
"Wan Ping has escaped, and there's no trace of where he went."
"Got it, let's just drop this matter."
To Wen Yu, Wan Ping was an insignificant character; since they couldn't capture him, there was no need to pursue. As long as Wan Ping remained hostile towards him, he would eventually stand before him again.
And as long as Wen Yu maintained his overwhelming strength, Wan Ping would never find an opportunity!
With a flick of his hand, Wen Yu recalled the distant one-eyed creature and released Xing and Victor, signaling the three spirit pets.
"Go, kids, just like last time, this hunting ground is even bigger!"
Good things should be shared with everyone around, right?
...
"Alright, mission accomplished, I'm heading back. You all enjoy the thrill of being the top chicken here..."
Marquez sat on the sofa in Wan Ping's office, stretching leisurely, then waved with a smile at a few people before turning to walk outside.
When only Arthur and Yang Hong remained in Wan Ping's office, Arthur turned to look at Yang Hong.
"Do you have any plans?"
Yang Hong smiled bitterly.
"What plans can I have? It's nothing but a threat of force."
The only means he could think of to quickly consolidate a formerly hostile force was this.
"Need my help?"
"No need, I'm good on my own."
Although Yang Hong's strength was at the bottom of Wen Yu's team, he was still a part of the sequence!
To ordinary people, being part of a sequence was like being a god—whether it was sequence one or sequence one hundred, it meant the same!
"I'll stay behind to help you."
Wang Fu Cai said to Yang Hong.
"Thank you."
Yang Hong nodded in acknowledgment of Wang Fu Cai's goodwill.