Wu Yu's power was not strong, but under the combined attack, he still managed to severely injure the demon.

The sword strike that should have been dodged was now able to touch the demon's body again due to the pause in the attack.

The sword tore through the demon's body without any resistance, and Wu Yu would finish the job in one fell swoop and kill it here.

In the face of life and death, the demon once again made the wisest choice: he chose to sever his tail to survive.

The demon, enduring the tearing of its flesh, spread its wings and soared into the sky, but Wu Yu's sword only managed to cut it in half at the waist.

However, for a seventh-tier legendary being, this injury did not seem to be fatal. Green blood dripped continuously from the upper body, yet the demon could still flap its fleshy wings to float in mid-air. The flesh at the wound was slowly writhing, showing signs of regeneration.

However, the damage was indeed severe. The demon finally stopped its seemingly useless attack and looked at Wu Yu, who should have been as weak as an ant, with deep fear in its eyes.

"It seems you're not planning to continue fighting." Seeing the demon building layers of shields around him, Wu Yu saw right through his thoughts.

"Kid, don't think you've won. I'll be back." After uttering these harsh words, the demon flapped its fleshy wings and slunk away.

Wu Yu didn't try to give chase. There was no way he could fly now. He could only rely on his amazing jumping ability to temporarily reach the sky during the fight, but he shouldn't even dream of falling.

You could use a finishing move to keep them here, but it's completely unnecessary.

"Pfft." After relaxing, the injuries inside his body could no longer be suppressed. Wu Yu estimated that he might have some internal bleeding. He certainly wouldn't die, but the metallic taste in his throat was rather unpleasant.

"Pah." Wu Yu spat out a mouthful of bloody saliva, then looked at the demon army that had begun to flee in panic. After thinking for a moment, he decided not to pursue them despite his injuries.

If you have to do everything yourself, what's the point of bringing these adventurers along?

Moreover, with over a thousand people scattering and fleeing, Wu Yu alone couldn't stop many of them.

Wu Yu simply sat down on the ground to heal his injuries. Not long after, the sounds of battle gradually rose in the distance.

But this is no longer Wu Yu's concern. If he continues to wait for others to save him, he will never escape his fate of destruction.

After a few hours, the sounds in the distance gradually subsided, and Wu Yu's injuries were temporarily suppressed.

Moreover, Wu Yu discovered something quite strange: his body seemed to contain a vast life force.

Wu Yu originally thought he would have to rest for a while, but now he could clearly feel his body being gradually repaired. At this rate, even if he did nothing, he would be able to jump around again in two or three days, and without any hidden injuries.

He didn't have this characteristic before. Wu Yu had a strange experience during previous battles. His stamina seemed to be incredibly strong. Even though he was already exhausted, he could always squeeze out more power from his body.

Rather than the unfounded claim that human potential is limitless, it is obvious that his body has undergone changes that even he himself is unaware of.

It must be Violet's doing, Wu Yu thought for a moment, and felt that it shouldn't be a function of the system.

Well, when I woke up, my left hand had grown back. My level had also increased by one level. Now I've discovered that I have an additional talent that automatically heals injuries. There's nothing to be surprised about.

After a while, Layton and the others also gathered around Wu Yu, indicating that their battle was over.

Wu Yu glanced at them briefly and noticed that some of them had bruises on their bodies, and those with more serious injuries needed to be helped by others to move around.

But that wasn't the worst part, because fewer people returned than at the beginning, so it seems they must have perished.

"Let's go, let's go back." Without trying to comfort or say anything encouraging, Wu Yu calmly issued the order and then left first. The others remained silent and chose to follow Wu Yu's steps.

Wu Yu had done things like refusing to help someone in distress more than once or twice. In the past, he had to do some mental work, but in the past month or so, he had witnessed too many separations of life and death, and families torn apart. He had long since become numb to such things.

The death of an individual no longer stirs any emotion in him; he only occasionally fantasizes in the quiet of the night about whether he should try to save the world.

Saving one person at a time is merely a means for the incompetent to numb themselves. Their actions deserve respect, but from a more detached perspective, their actions will be found to be meaningless.

Under the shadow of the apocalypse, Wu Yu felt that people's futile struggles seemed so insignificant. If they wanted to survive, they would at least have soil to allow the seeds to sprout. But if the end result was for all things to return to annihilation, then what was the point of everything they were doing now?

In a world where power is everything, humanity's magnificent history of struggle no longer moves people's hearts.

Even though he didn't know the whole truth yet, Wu Yu had already realized one thing: the ending of the story had been written by a very small number of people.

Driven by power, the gears of destiny have begun to turn, and all beings will return to their own fate.

He may be the only singularity that can change the ending, but whether the other ending will still be a tragedy, Wu Yu has no way of knowing, and he has not yet made up his mind whether to try to change it.

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