A Demon King came rushing over, and he swore that at that moment, he felt like a mud truck was about to crash into him, taking him to another dimension.
He was so scared he froze, unable to move a muscle. The deceleration effect of Space-Time Useless made Zheng Zai feel weighed down.
He resigned himself to death.
But a miracle happened, and it wasn't him who died—it was Demon King Number One. A dense flurry of slashes landed on the Demon King.
Demon King Number One was cut into countless pieces.
Zheng Zai's brain stalled. What kind of formidable person could have ravaged the Demon King like this?
He planned to plead for mercy, after all, he was alone here with no one worth protecting, so begging wasn't shameful.
Yet just as he was about to shout "have mercy"… Zheng Zai suddenly realized, wait, I can actually speak?
He immediately realized that the one who slew the Demon King was none other than Younger Brother Wen!
A wave of immense joy engulfed Zheng Zai as he began waving frantically, greeting Wen Xishu.
Zheng Zai didn't know what Wen Xishu felt, but his own spirits were high.
The sense of security brought by Wen Xishu slaying the Demon King… was overwhelming.
At that moment, Wen Xishu felt to Zheng Zai like the undisputed number one of the Deceit Tower.
He even thought that even Xun Hui or those top-ranked on the Slaughter Tower Celestial Ladder might not be able to save him as dashingly as Younger Brother Wen had!
Zheng Zai was thrilled.
What's a Demon King! Before the future strongest in my bunker, they still can only await death!
Old Zheng was so overwhelmed he almost cried, as his fortunes had just drastically reversed.
On the other side, Wen Xishu gradually calmed down from his initial excitement.
Watching Old Zheng shout and wave energetically from afar, Wen Xishu's heart also experienced enormous change.
His guilt and remorse diminished significantly but didn't disappear completely.
As the waves of anger and sadness receded, he just gave a faint smile.
He had no sense of realization or pride of being the number one in the Deceit Tower. At that moment, Wen Xishu just felt that his own strength was still too weak…
He must become stronger to protect his friends in the future.
In the territory of life, he feared the sudden disappearance of those who entered his life.
Fortunately, he was lucky.
Fighting his way from Region Eleven to Region Three, Wen Xishu finally found Old Zheng.
"Great, Old Zheng, it's great that you're still alive! Heaven hasn't been unkind to me."
Wen Xishu wanted to say, thank you for being alive, letting me feel like I'm not useless.
But Zheng Zai's proud words cut him off:
"Amazing, Younger Brother, that was a Demon King! You're simply godlike! I'm so lucky to have a teammate like you!"
At that moment, Wen Xishu suddenly found it amusing—so this is what friendship is.
Despite clearly being in different situations, upon meeting, both felt grateful for their good luck.
Wen Xishu exhaled a long breath:
"In this peculiar competition, I can't control the entire situation, better not delay... Old Zheng, from now on, I might get a bit bloody."
To prevent a fourth, fifth, sixth round…
Wen Xishu decided that in the third round, he would make sure all survivors were eliminated.
Without him, these warriors would still fall to other Demon Kings. Compared to being toyed with by monsters like Demon King Number One with a twisted personality… Wen Xishu considered his slaughter as merciful.
Zheng Zai didn't find anything wrong with it:
"Alright, Younger Brother, I'll follow your lead. It's just that I'm too weak, I'm afraid I can't really help."
Wen Xishu smiled:
"The rewards from this peculiar competition might be very interesting, and your very existence has already helped me."
Patted Zheng Zai's shoulder, Wen Xishu said:
"Let's go, Old Zheng, we'll tear through this arena."