Under the ceaseless battles, the weak were eliminated and the strong remained. The ones still alive now were all "powerful experts" with real skills. Wen Yu didn't want to just give them up. After thinking for a moment, Wen Yu waved his hand and called Victor over.

He casually grabbed the skill light orb on Victor's body that represented the Netherworld, and the power of Soul Strike surged out. With a ripping sound, the skill light orb representing the Netherworld was torn off by Wen Yu in one go, then slapped onto his own body!

Wisps of dim light flashed across Wen Yu's Soul Body, his whole body trembling as if enduring some enormous pain, until after a moment, Wen Yu finally let out a long breath.

On his Soul Body, the skill patterns symbolizing the Netherworld were vaguely visible, but they were not as stable as his own skills. After finishing all this, Wen Yu directly opened the 2nd, 3rd, and 5th Soul Realm, and took Cyclops, Star, Victor, along with their bodies, all back into the Soul Realm.

Then Wen Yu walked to stand before the remaining living beings of the New Hope Assembly Place, with Ray as their leader.

...

The purpose of establishing the New Hope Assembly Place was only to better protect Luo Luo. Wen Yu alone on such a vast battlefield would inevitably have oversights. Wen Yu didn't need these guys to shoulder the main burden of the front-line battlefield, but having them help him plug the gaps could be considered making use of them.

Now Wen Yu's goal had already been achieved, but that didn't mean these remaining guys had lost their value—setting aside the fact that Ray himself was a talent, even those two divine beast types, Wilderness Butcher and Death Harbinger Raven, would absolutely qualify as local overlords if left outside. Not to mention that even the weakest among these lives were all Elite tempered by the fires of war. To just ignore them like this would truly be a waste.

Even though his objective had been achieved, Wen Yu had no intention of "killing the donkey once the millstone was off."

With the power of the Netherworld reinforcing himself, Wen Yu temporarily gained the authority of the Netherworld Lord. He tagged the remaining mutant beasts and professionists one by one. Wen Yu invited them, one after another, to be guests in the Netherworld, and stored their bodies into the Netherworld together as well.

With the Netherworld in hand, and with the protection of the Soul Battlefield, Wen Yu brazenly gathered up the remnants right under the nose of the Demon Army.

Only after half an hour had passed, when Wen Yu had finally taken in the last big Lion hiding at the very back, looking silly and slow-witted, into the Netherworld, did he turn his head and look back toward the New Hope Assembly Place.

The entire New Hope Assembly Place had long since been completely destroyed in the earlier battle. Corpses of both races were everywhere, ruins and broken walls everywhere as well, but all Earth lives that could still move had all been taken back into the Netherworld by Wen Yu. These dead things failed to stir even the slightest ripple in Wen Yu's heart.

He glanced again at the Demon Legion standing at the boundary of the Soul Battlefield like statues. Then, Wen Yu waved his hand and released another streak of darkness energy, further reinforcing the Pitch-dark Seal shrouding the Berserk Demon Battalion Leader, before striding over to stand beside his own body. 𝒇𝓻𝓮𝓮𝙬𝙚𝒃𝒏𝓸𝙫𝒆𝙡.𝓬𝓸𝒎

The sharpness in his eyes surged. Looking at the neat, magnificent formation of the Demon Army, Wen Yu slowly closed his eyes.

No more burdens, no more weaklings dragging him down, no more "stifling" strategic objective of pure protection. What came next was Wen Yu's most adept style of combat.

"Now, let's have some real fun, you bastards!"

With Wen Yu's low chant, the power of the Soul Battlefield vanished in an instant. Wen Yu felt a tremendous pull transmit from his body straight down into the depths of his Soul. In the blink of an eye, Wen Yu's Soul had merged as one with his flesh.

He snapped his eyes open, and what entered his sight was a sky full of swirling streams of colorful energy!

The prepared Demons had already unleashed a flood-like offensive at the very first moment the Soul Battlefield dispersed!

However, those feeble energy reactions only earned a wild, arrogant laugh from Wen Yu.

"Go to hell!!!"

Darkness energy erupted in an instant. In the blink of an eye, a nearly hundred-meter-tall Pitch-dark Demon Lord had appeared in place.

The giant raised high the long sword condensed from darkness energy, all attacks being corroded to nothing by the darkness energy around him. Then, the black giant's shoulders rapidly swelled. In no time at all, two huge gun-like weapons, like Heavy Artillery, had appeared atop the shoulders of the Pitch-dark Demon Lord.

Soul-Armored! Palpitation and Mad Medley! In another form, they turned into powerful siege weapons for Wen Yu in his Pitch-dark Demon Lord state!

Two massive Energy Waves surged from the barrels of Palpitation and Mad Medley, blasting out in an instant. The gunfire that tore through the sky ripped open the Demon Army's formation directly, opening up a flat path for Wen Yu leading to the outside world.

The giant strode forward, his enormous figure like a walking mountain, making the ground rumble with every step. Under the protection of the surging darkness energy, the Pitch-dark Demon Lord swung his battle saber and fired the Huge Cannon, with writhing vine-armor coiling all over his body, running straight off into the distance.

...

The Demon Army swarmed after Wen Yu like locusts, desperately trying to slow his pace, but only ended up constantly throwing away lives, turning themselves into nourishment for Wen Yu.

Nearly thirty minutes after Wen Yu left, in the now-empty New Hope Assembly Place, the Pitch-dark Seal left behind on the spot cracked open with a soft "pa" like a broken eggshell, a tiny fissure appearing. Immediately, a vast surge of blood qi burst out from within.

The crack grew larger and larger, then exploded with a boom, shattering into fragments all over the ground. The Berserk Demon Battalion Leader staggered and crawled out from within, his entire body in a sorry state. After a quick tidying up, he looked straight in the direction Wen Yu had gone.

"Do we pursue?"

The Berserk Demon Battalion Leader asked casually, but there was no one at his side.

Only the gently brushing breeze responded to the Berserk Demon Battalion Leader's question.

"No need. I've already arranged people ahead to wait for him, but they probably won't be able to stop him… Really didn't expect him to just run off like that, no bearing of a powerful expert at all…"

The voice carried by the wind held a hint of mockery and teasing, yet contained not a trace of dejection over letting Wen Yu go.

The Berserk Demon Battalion Leader fell silent for a moment before speaking.

"He's strong. The Human Race's Sequence Number 2 is very strong. Even if you and I, plus those other few guys all attacked together, we still wouldn't have the confidence to keep him. And that Soul Battlefield is a big headache."

Having been slammed into the ground by Wen Yu over a hundred times in a row, the Berserk Demon Battalion Leader gave an evaluation that was fairly objective.

"Fortunately, Lord Legas doesn't need us to kill him, only to drive him away. As long as Sequence Number 2 leaves the Africa Assembly Site, our mission is considered complete. With all of Africa taken by us, the first big objective of Battle Zone Africa is as good as achieved."

The voice drifted with an indescribable ease and leisure, with faint excitement mixed in. With the Battle Zone Africa campaign a success, the rewards Lord Legas would give would certainly not be small. These newly emerged Level 6 Demons had happened to charge out of the Demon Realm's Gate at the most critical moment, picking up a huge bargain for nothing.

As for those Level Five Demon Experts who died in battle… who cared about them? Under the professionist system, a single level meant a chasm of class.

The Berserk Demon Battalion Leader looked with some reluctance in the direction Wen Yu had broken out, then after a while, lightly swung the Giant Battle Axe in his hand. In the end he still obeyed orders, turning to walk toward the direction of the Demon Realm's Gate.

"By the way, how big were your corps' losses this time?"

"Forty-three thousand five hundred eighty-two Level 6 warriors killed in action. Most died at the hands of Sequence Number 2, a small part taken by me as substitutes for death. The corps lost nearly half its strength. I have no idea how long it'll take to make up the combat loss, sigh…"

With a long sigh, the Berserk Demon Battalion Leader felt the pain. As the Level 6 ace unit under Legas, under the terrifying blessing of the "Ten-Thousand-Army Lord" ability, the Berserk Demon army's requirements for troop quality were simply harsh to the extreme. Half of it was wiped out in just this one battle. Once they went back, who knew how big a tantrum Legas was going to throw…

"Don't worry, Lord Legas won't say anything over such a small loss. I figure the Lord is busy watching the show right now."

The voice in the wind comforted him with a flippant tone.

"The commander of Battle Zone Asia tried to tug on Sequence Number 1's whiskers right when the Level 6 shackles had just broken. Tsk tsk."

Hearing this, the Berserk Demon Battalion Leader immediately perked up.

"Well? How strong is Sequence Number 1?"

The voice in the wind fell silent for a while, then finally replied.

"The front collapsed. The Chief Commanding Officer of Battle Zone Asia has issued an order to suspend all military operations in Battle Zone Asia."

"Every Demon in all of Asia whose physical stats exceeded 2000 points was slaughtered to the last by Sequence Number 1!"