Published: March 2, 2025
When Wen Yu came back to his senses, the scene before him had changed drastically.
The once corpse-filled city had vanished, replaced by a narrow, damp, and dark passageway.
"Safe now!"
The demon lord's reminder reached his ears, and both Wen Yu and Tang Haofei exhaled a breath of relief almost simultaneously.
Even though Wen Yu's soul power had increased dramatically, and Tang Haofei had activated the life and death battle resolution five times, their own power seemed too insignificant in the face of the terrifying eleventh level strongman.
The demon lord glanced at the still shaken Tang Haofei and Wen Yu and casually remarked, "After all, he is an eleventh level strongman. Even when he was at the fifth level, his strength was not far off from yours now. What were you thinking, trying to fight an eleventh level strongman with your fifth level strength?"
After finishing this sentence, the demon lord showed a sneer-like expression, then pulled on Wen Yu's sleeve, dragging him forward.
...
The passage was not long, but the smell of demonic energy and an unknown, malicious odor filled the air, making Wen Yu feel dizzy and nauseous.
"This is also the Seventh Layer of the Heavenly Palace, belonging to the demonic path leader—the Palace of the Eight Extremes. The odor you smell should be some aura that dissipates during the cultivation of demonic cultivation techniques,"
"It's unpleasant, but it poses no harm to the body."
After these simple sentences, figures appeared ahead.
...
"Who goes there..."
"Clang."
Before the guard stationed here could finish speaking, the demon lord had already thrown out a token-shaped object.
The guard briefly glanced at the token and then respectfully bowed to the demon lord.
"Where's Bai? Tell him to come see me."
Ignoring the guard's astonished expression, the demon lord's style of action was straightforward and brutal.
The guard, looking puzzled, first glanced at the demon lord and then at Wen Yu and Tang Haofei, followed by a look at the token in his hand. After a moment, as if he realized something, he smiled broadly and respectfully said to the demon lord,
"Please follow me, my lords; I'll go report this right away."
After saying this, the guard took out a walkie-talkie-like device, said a few words into it, then turned around and led the three deeper into the passage.
...
"Tap... tap... tap..."
"Tap... tap... tap..."
The hurried footsteps echoed in the dark tunnel, where eerie, dark green flames flickered everywhere, casting shadows that made the passage feel as if it were in the Realm of the Dead.
Combined with the distant, faint sounds of screams and wails, this scene caused the owner of the footsteps to shiver involuntarily.
The footsteps quickened until the owner reached a tightly shut steel door.
"Reporting, my lord, the person that Lord Bai asked us to watch has arrived."
As soon as these words were spoken, the ghost fire in the entire passage suddenly blazed brightly, followed by a deep voice sounding from behind the door.
"Understood."
The tone of the deep voice was flat, but in this eerie and narrow environment, the echoes made the voice sound bizarre and terrifying.
Hearing this, the owner of the footsteps let out a heavy sigh of relief, bowed slightly, and retreated as if fleeing.
Noticing this scene, the voice from behind the door let out an inexplicable laugh, then spoke again.
"Bai, the demon lord has arrived."
...
"Mm."
Responding in a nonchalant manner, Bai's gaze remained fixed on the frozen "corpse" before him.
The naked body seemed to be sleeping within a crystal-like block of ice, with bizarre, crimson markings on its body glowing vividly under the dim green light.
The voice behind him spoke again.
"How is it? Are you satisfied?"
Bai nodded slightly.
"More than satisfied. By the way, is there any issue with the soul grafting technique?"
"No issues. Theoretically, this technique is viable. I estimate the demon lord wouldn't resort to any tricks in this matter."
"Mm, if you say it's fine, then I'm at ease."