Published: March 2, 2025
In the Demon Realm, a place where evil spirits coalesce, this land is known even by the demonic clan as a cursed territory.
Ancient and dark, towering and magnificent, a giant palace complex stands firm atop the canyon, unshaken even by the eternal winds of destruction that sweep through the Demon Realm.
At the deepest part of the palace complex, within the tallest tower-like structure, a blurred figure sits high upon a throne. In front of them lies a large round mirror nearly ten meters in height, currently displaying scenes of battle outside the New Hope Gathering Place.
The gaze fixes on Sequence Two, watching the man in the mirror, enveloped in swirling black light, as the blurred figure emits a low, rumbling laugh.
“Lord of the demon spirit, the demon lord summons you.”
The voice of the soul puppet responsible for guarding the palace rings out.
Hearing the puppet's report, the demon spirit lightly waves a hand, and the round mirror seems to flow like water, merging into the demon spirit's body.
Then, the blurred figure rises, a terrifying presence concealed in shadows, whispering, “Fine, it’s time to see that old thing. I want to ask it if this Sequence Two is yet another trick from its past…”
……
With the death of the purple monster, the battle for the New Hope Gathering Place, which lasted just over an hour, finally drew to a close.
As Wen Yu glided down from the sky towards the New Hope Gathering Place, he was met with the sight of shattered city walls, corpses strewn across the ground, and the one-eyed and star flaunting their dominance as best they could.
With the red and black flames rekindling, a massive wall of fire rose again at the previously breached dark barrier, blocking the assault from the demonic creatures once more. By the time Wen Yu returned, the demonic clan had finally sounded the retreat.
The swarm of demonic creatures reassembled their defense around the New Hope Gathering Place. Though they had temporarily retreated, just by observing the arrangements of the demonic creatures, Wen Yu could tell they had not given up on the idea of continuing their attack on the New Hope Gathering Place.
Although Wen Yu couldn’t deduce how the demonic clan would breach his defenses without their top-tier demonic creatures, with the Sixth Soul yet to emerge, he found himself stuck here, enduring the onslaught of the demonic clan and the unknown plots at play.
This was no concern; it was merely battle after all, and fighting was the very reason for Wen Yu’s existence.
Ignoring the hurried retreat of the lowly minions, Wen Yu felt that once he assessed the losses within the gathering place and reestablished the barrier, he would have plenty of time to play with them slowly.
The one-eyed creature, seemingly enraged, charged forth with its massive form, flames raging around it, following closely behind the retreating demonic clan. After pursuing for over ten kilometers, it finally roared arrogantly twice, then lifted its hind legs to relieve itself, ignoring the horrified gazes of the approaching demonic forces, and swaggered back to the gathering place.
Wen Yu merely shook his head with a smile as he landed beside Lei.
……
Lei’s injuries had completely healed under the effects of the healing potions, though his mental state remained somewhat tense. After Wen Yu briefly used his soul power to intervene, that post-battle fatigue vanished completely.
After glancing at the heavily injured primal overlord, the drooping death-crier, and the wilderness butcher, Wen Yu let out a quiet sigh.
When he had just flown down from the sky, Wen Yu had already formed a rough estimate of the losses.
The scars brought about by war are a pain that no one can bear. After this battle, the kin of these three divine beast species had essentially been left half-destroyed. After all, they had lived together, and even if they didn’t speak, Wen Yu could see the sorrow in their eyes.
This should be blamed on Wen Yu.
Indeed, it should be blamed on Wen Yu…