Published: March 2, 2025
The moment the black light membrane appeared on Friday, Wen Yu, who was far outside the gathering place hunting demonic creatures, immediately received feedback.
The black light membrane was, of course, the power of dark divine light. During the banquet held by Lei, Wen Yu had gently tapped Friday's forehead and made a blessing, "I wish for him to grow up healthy."
This was not just empty words; Wen Yu had truly left a backup plan for Friday—a defensive barrier constructed from dark power!
With Wen Yu's current strength, this defensive measure was enough to block any full-force attack from life forms below level eight!
However, no defensive measure is perfect, especially a detached barrier with no supplementary energy!
At a critical moment, this energy was enough to preserve Friday's life, but it was not a guaranteed shield against death...
When this backup plan was triggered, Wen Yu immediately raised his head and looked towards the direction of the Hope Gathering Place.
Frowning deeply, Wen Yu did not hesitate much; his body instantly transformed into a black light and disappeared from the spot.
The defensive barrier was activated, and Friday was under attack.
Why?
Where was Lei? Where was the Hope Gathering Place?
A sense of foreboding suddenly rose in Wen Yu's heart.
...
"Boom!"
"Boom!"
"Boom!"
The war blade sliced through elegant arcs, crashing down on the black light enveloping Friday like thunder, the immense force causing the black light to ripple like water.
Compared to when the ancient demon made its first strike, the defensive ability of the black light membrane had significantly decreased—no defensive measure could withstand dozens of strikes in a second!
Outside the room, Lei's subordinates sensed the drastic changes occurring inside. Two of them rushed forward to support Lei's body, pouring healing potions down his throat without concern for costs, while the rest crazily charged into the room.
"Get out!!!"
A tremendous roar erupted from the room, followed by the sound of flesh being torn apart. Compared to this limit breaker-level ancient demon, Lei's subordinates were simply no match!
Seeing that the black light on Friday was becoming increasingly transparent, a flicker of madness and cruelty flashed in the ancient demon's eyes.
Destruction and ruin are always much easier than creation, and similarly, the pleasure brought by destruction is far more intense and stimulating than that of creation!
At this moment, the ancient demon had fallen into an inexplicable "obsession"...
In just over ten seconds, the black light would be shattered, and then, fresh and tender flesh would follow. As for Lei outside...
There was no rush; the ancient demon was indeed not in a hurry. With over 3000 points of physical attributes, paired with the racial talents of the Ancient Demon Clan, taking down an ordinary peak-level five professional was simply too easy!
...
"Rip..."
A sound akin to leather tearing echoed as the ancient demon saw that the black light surrounding Friday had been torn apart by its own heavy strike, and it let out an excited shriek.
Although it didn't know what the black light on this little creature was, that did not change the outcome!
Gently rotating the war blade, the ancient demon aimed the tip at the crack in the black light, a flash of cruelty and pleasure crossing its eyes, and then it thrust powerfully!
Imagining the impending blood and gore and the sweet smell of blood, the ancient demon seemed to climax, shaking its body in delight as it slowly closed its eyes, ready to enjoy this wonderful moment!
"Waaa... Waaa... Uuuu... Ah, eeeh..."
The cries of the baby gradually weakened, not as piercing as those of someone on the verge of death. Meanwhile, the tremendous resistance from the blade tip caused the ancient demon to open its eyes in astonishment.
Raising its head, the ancient demon saw the thin figure in a black trench coat sitting by the bed, and in this figure's arms was a wide-eyed baby, babbling curiously.
Then, the ancient demon looked down to see its blade tip being firmly pinched by Wen Yu's two fingers, not budging an inch no matter how hard the ancient demon tried. Wen Yu’s other hand was cradling Friday, gazing at the small life with tears yet to dry, slowly turning to observe the blood and flesh scattered around.