Apocalypse: Master of Soul Beasts

”What do you need me to do?”

Wen Yu asked, and Tang One just gave a bitter smile: ”I don’t know either, but I think if you can’t help me, no one in this world can...”

Alright, even the person concerned doesn’t know, how is Wen Yu supposed to help?

Wen Yu closed his eyes, used soul perception to sense Tang Three’s condition, then pondered for a moment, and waved his right hand to send out a stream of Creation Energy, striking it onto Tang Three.

However, nothing happened.

”He has a soul, or rather, you three share one soul. To put it accurately, the price of power should be some kind of mutation on the soul level, but I’m sorry, I can’t solve this problem right now.”

”Right now?”

Tang Haofei keenly noticed the implication in Wen Yu’s words.

Wen Yu nodded slightly.

”That’s right, currently speaking, I can theoretically solve any soul-related problems. However, now my power is insufficient. To be honest, I don’t even understand the principle of the power’s price. There’s no way for now, maybe later.”

Wen Yu gave an answer that wasn’t really an answer—Soul Abiogenetic Creation Skill has many wonderful uses. Although he heard from the Dominator and Demon Lord that the price of power is irreversible, how can you know if you don’t try?

But for now, Wen Yu really can’t handle it.

Like a university student who just learned basic mechanics and suddenly wishes to build an airplane... why not shoot for the stars?

And Tang One also understood the level of trouble involved. Hearing Wen Yu’s words, he waved a large hand.

”Then let’s wait, I have plenty of time!”

Mmm, the slight hope that Wen Yu provided was unexpectedly joyful in the eyes of Tang Haofei.

”But in the future, you should use the Life and Death Battle Execution sparingly.”

Wen Yu casually reminded him, and as to whether there was a personal agenda... everyone knows, but won’t spell it out.

...

With Wen Yu’s body trembling slightly, the next second, he abruptly opened his eyes.

Looking at the familiar room in front of him, Wen Yu shook his head lightly, and his consciousness finally became completely clear. The feeling of entering and exiting the World of the Heart’s Image isn’t really good.

Sitting opposite Tang Haofei also opened his eyes, nodded lightly at Wen Yu, and their private conversation thus concluded. Wen Yu greeted Tang Haofei simply before turning around and leaving.

Having completed the purpose of contacting Tang Haofei, the outcome was unexpectedly good for Wen Yu, and what remained was nothing more than the Sequence Member-Ranking Battle.

Walking out the door, no one was outside, and Lin Haifeng was nowhere to be found. Wen Yu thought for a bit, decided he had no other matters to discuss with Lin Haifeng, and then left directly, returning to the Soul Experiment Lab.

Preparations and waiting flashed by, passing three days in no time.

...

Three days later, Star of Africa.

The current Star of Africa was different than three days ago, with crowds everywhere, and noise everywhere. Compared to the powerful experts who wanted to make a name for themselves in the Sequence Member-Ranking Battle, there were even more spectators wanting to watch the show. Thankfully, two days ago the Dominator had already expanded the scale of the Star of Africa — temporarily. This also solved a problem for Wen Yu.

You see, compared to Wen Yu, the host, the Dominator clearly valued the Sequence Member-Ranking Battle much more.

And at this moment, mere hours from the countdown to the Sequence Member-Ranking Battle, some of the true participants were arriving at the Star of Africa, fully prepared.

With the flash of teleportation light, a slender figure appeared on the edge of the teleportation plaza at the Star of Africa. Sensing Africa’s dry and oppressive air, the newcomer furrowed his brow heavily.

He was not used to this kind of temperature.

”Walter?”

A familiar voice came from behind, and Walter turned to see Qin Tian sitting in the corner of a café with Arthur and Yang Hong, leisurely passing time.

”Hi, how’s it going recently?”

Walter, with a naturally friendly demeanor, casually walked over to Qin Tian, picked up Arthur’s iced coffee and downed it in one go, letting out a satisfying breath of cold air.

”Ah, refreshing!”

Seeing Walter’s manner, Arthur let out a heavy hum, while Qin Tian could only smile wryly a couple of times.

”What can I say? You’ve really got me into trouble; now I’m facing scrutiny and reckoning. If not for the Sequence Member-Ranking Battle, we’d probably still be in the dungeon.”

”So, in other words, you’re fine now.”

Walter shrugged indifferently; knowing Lin Haifeng’s character, he surely wouldn’t overly blame Qin Tian for his mistakes—actually, truth be told, Qin Tian didn’t seem to make any mistakes...

”By the way, where’s Demigod?”

Qin Tian asked with a hint of implication, but Walter’s smile never wavered.

”Was your head in a fog? Lord Demigod is not a professionist; he can’t compete for any sequence.”

”Hmm...”

Qin Tian knowingly nodded, at the same time the earphones in his ear emitted a ”beep-beep-beep” sound—intelligence transfer completed...

Drinking coffee, basking in the sun on the crowded teleportation plaza seemed beautiful, but was actually a bitter task. Qin Tian’s real purpose here was simply to probe any hidden powerful experts possibly appearing this time; bumping into Walter was purely coincidental.

As Lin Haifeng put it, this is called making up for past mistakes. Well, it’s actually just an excuse to pardon Qin Tian’s mistakes.

The four of them squeezed around a small round table, eating and drinking while listening to the surrounding noise. After a long while, Qin Tian asked again.

”Not coming back?”

”Not going back, the days with Lord Demigod are quite exciting.”

”Then the next time we meet, we’ll probably be enemies.”

”Go easy on me, just don’t use the Profound Sword Technique to slash me.”

Walter squinted his eyes playfully at Qin Tian, then shifted the subject.

”How long have you been sitting here?”

Seeing Walter’s curious little eyes, Qin Tian gave a wry smile, extended three fingers.

”Tsk tsk... this is punishment...”

”Isn’t it though? It’s all your fault!”

Qin Tian grumbled resentfully—from a stance standpoint, the camps of the few were different, but from a personal standpoint, Qin Tian and Walter had a pretty good relationship. After all, one being Sequence Number 3, another Sequence Number 4, plus Kasu, these three were definitely among the minority at the peak of the Yanjing Assembly Site. They couldn’t mingle with Wen Yu and Tang Haofei, but the three of them shared mutual admiration, occasionally getting together to drink and eat, leading pretty cozy lives...

The relationship is almost equivalent to that of Wen Yu and Tang Haofei.

Walter wasn’t shy, wrapping an arm around Qin Tian’s neck, speaking in a long-winded tone: ”So you don’t mind sharing some intelligence with your brother, do you?”

Qin Tian fell silent, then nodded.

”Let’s start with your target this time.”

”What else? Aim to hold fourth and strive for third...”

Walter didn’t hope for the first or second ranks; anyone with a bit of sense could understand who those spots were reserved for. But as for the third and fourth ranks... Walter wasn’t sure if Bai would participate in the Sequence Member-Ranking Battle. That guy, let alone Walter, even Walter’s boss, Demigod, is very wary of him. So aiming to hold fourth and strive for third is already an ambitious goal.