Published: March 2, 2025
The underground oozing “syrup” was indeed a rare occurrence.
However, Lolo's simple mind would never think of more from such a trivial matter.
As long as it was delicious and edible, that was enough.
In fact, even if Lolo reported this matter, it wouldn’t stir up any waves and certainly wouldn’t reach Wen Yu's ears—battles were already troublesome enough, why bother with strange things?
...
On the ground.
“What? Soul creation? Are you saying it belongs to soul creation?”
Wen Yu pointed to the broken corpse on the ground brought back by Victor, asking in surprise.
Victor nodded, “That’s what the bone demon said.”
Just moments ago, Victor and the Faceless had finished battling and returned to the New Hope Gathering Place with their opponent’s corpse.
Looking at the messy blood and flesh at his feet, Wen Yu stroked his chin.
The term soul creation easily made Wen Yu think of the soul creation technique.
Or perhaps, only skills like the soul creation technique, which were a bit mystical, could create such bizarre puppets with normal combat intelligence that could execute various actions independently, yet strictly speaking, had no soul.
Thinking of this, Wen Yu bent down again, rummaging through the disordered blood and flesh on the ground.
The flesh was firm, and the bones thick, appearing not much different from a conventional creature—Wen Yu wasn’t a biologist, so he didn’t understand these chaotic things at all.
After using soul perception but still finding nothing, he finally gave up on his research.
Indeed, research was not suitable for someone like Wen Yu, the “martial artist.”
However, he couldn’t help but feel a strong interest in the soul creation technique—having one, or rather a large batch of powerful puppets that could fight independently would indeed provide Wen Yu with considerable assistance.
One man army?
I, the kingdom?
One skill could achieve it all!
Thinking about the recent battles at the New Hope Gathering Place, having a batch of high-quality battle puppets could indeed improve the situation significantly.
Moreover, with the time of the level restraint about to open, Wen Yu not only had to consider the sixth spirit pet issue but also his sixth skill.
Perhaps that strange soul creation technique might bring a surprise?
With this thought, Wen Yu considered another issue.
The military had stated that the time for the level restraint to open was less than a month away, but that was calculated based on normal speed.
Having gone through the war in Africa, Wen Yu could easily guess that the time to break the level restraint had been significantly brought forward—without even mentioning how many mutated beasts and professionals had died, just considering the damage the demonic creatures had done to the ecological environment, animals, and plants on the African continent was enough to inflict a considerable wound on the earth's core essence.
Could it be ten days earlier? Or half a month?
Wen Yu couldn't calculate.
At this moment, he could only sigh inwardly, hoping that by the time the level restraint was broken, he would have achieved his goal, taking the sixth spirit pet and flying far away, escaping the mess of Africa as soon as possible.
This passive defensive battle, trapped in one place with the fundamental aim of protecting something, was truly frustrating for Wen Yu.
...
Green light overflowed, with bodily fluids mixing and spreading through the underground dark rivers, reaching far across the African continent.
A sweet and sticky smell fermented and brewed within the cave.
Originally the size of a mountain, the third generation seed of plague had shrunk by nearly eighty percent, lying limply like a pile of mud, with most of its body submerged in the cold river water.
As the water passed over its body, it carried away strands of green organic matter, further reducing the size of the third generation seed of plague.
The flesh melded into the river water, floating away with the current, and at this moment, the third generation seed of plague appeared weak and powerless.