Apocalypse: Master of Soul Beasts

Then, Aros turned his head to look at Wen Yu, who was standing far away on the roof of the outpost, and let out a strange, inscrutable chuckle. ”No wonder, no wonder you’re part of this operation.” His voice was intentionally lowered, audible only to the nearby Black Robe Demon Fiend.

”I knew I couldn’t hide it from you,” Aros continued, addressing the Black Robe Demon Fiend, ”but you must understand, *that* is mine!”

Upon hearing Aros’s words, the Black Robe Demon Fiend immediately sneered. ”Understood. I’m just in charge of this battle. So, I’ll leave that one to you. Just make sure *you* don’t capsize in the gutter and get slaughtered by these natives!”

Though Aros’s tone in response was slightly mocking and annoyed, his words amounted to a tacit compromise.

The Black Robe Demon Fiend retorted, ”That won’t require your concern, my Lord Ancient Demon!” It bowed slightly, its tone far from pleasant.

”Hmph!” Aros snorted.

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Wen Yu calmly watched the surging Demon Tribe in the gathering area. They were ferocious in appearance and swift in action, their different abilities producing varied effects. In just a short while, they had made contact with Zhang Wenhu and the others.

Zhang Wenhu took out his steel saber and swung it energetically. Unfortunately, with his strength, the impact he could have in this battle was far too weak.

Those standing atop the outpost could only see sporadic spatters of blood. A minor, almost unnoticeable commotion rippled through the Demon Fiends, then quickly subsided.

It was over.

In a short period, the camp on which Zhang Wenhu had once placed such high hopes had become history. And its former leaders, whether Zhang Wenhu or Zang Pengfei, died swift and decisive deaths.

At the moment of death, life truly holds no distinction of high or low, noble or base.

”Ignite it,” Wen Yu said to Li Shanlin beside him, then slowly walked down the stairs.

Li Shanlin took out a homemade Detonator, carefully observing the direction of the Demon Fiends’ movements. Then, he pressed it firmly.

”BOOM!”

This was what Wen Yu and Zhang Wenhu had discussed: homemade explosives, buried in the gathering area, to serve up a grand feast for those Low-grade demonic creatures!

Homemade explosives were simple to make. Of course, due to limitations in materials and manpower, their quantity was naturally small. But if the quantity wasn’t sufficient, gasoline could be used to increase their power!

Bright flames scattered everywhere. The intense sound of the explosion carried far, and countless Soot Skin Demon Fiends at the forefront were instantly blown to pieces. Unfortunately, these were just minor tricks.

The explosion ceased as a Third-level Demon Fiend raised its right hand, and a burst of Blue Light shone from it.

Low temperature fluctuations (A-Class, Active Ability): Creates a ripple that lowers the temperature within its range. Power can be controlled by the host!

The Demon Tribe, having invaded countless worlds, were absolute experts in warfare! They didn’t possess power systems based on technology or the like because they had no need for them. Their diverse abilities ensured the Demon Tribe could face any battlefield environment or unexpected situation!

Under the influence of the Low temperature fluctuations, some Demon Fiends that had not yet advanced to Level 1 were killed on the spot by the extreme cold. However, in the eyes of the high-ranking Demon Tribe, these losses were merely necessary attrition.

Then, the ripples spread to where the flames were rising. Within seconds, the low temperature completely neutralized the defenses that had been painstakingly prepared in the camp for days.

In this battlefield, traps like fire, which possessed immense lethality in the eyes of ordinary people, truly couldn’t turn the tide!

Ultimately, what would determine the course of this war was strength!

Or rather, high-end combat power!