Qi Wu blinked.
"A contest?"
"Now?"
He clasped his right fist in his left hand, cracking his knuckles with obvious interest.
Fighting was his favorite thing.
Kui He shook his head.
"I'm not talking about a fight."
He raised his hand and pointed north.
Toward the vast Siberian Steppe.
"Do you know why this Demon Tide was so massive?"
Qi Wu narrowed his eyes.
"Because there's a teleportation core."
A flicker of surprise crossed Kui He's eyes.
"You even know about that?"
Of course he knew, Qi Wu thought.
In his previous life, humanity had only discovered the source of the Demon Tides after paying a devastating price.
The teleportation core.
It was a hub the Demons established in this world, connecting it to another world.
As long as the teleportation core remained intact, Demons could pour through endlessly.
The Eight-Armed Celestial Corpse King was dead, but the teleportation core he had left behind remained.
Unless it was destroyed, another Demon King would soon descend with a new Demon Tide.
Looking at Qi Wu's expression, Kui He knew he really did understand.
He wasted no more words and got straight to the point.
"With the Eight-Armed Celestial Corpse King dead, the teleportation core's defenses should have weakened."
"But it's still heavily guarded."
"We need to send someone to destroy it."
He looked at Qi Wu, a spark of competitive fire in his eyes.
"How about a contest, young man?"
Qi Wu raised an eyebrow.
"What kind?"
Kui He grinned.
"A race-"
"To see who can destroy the teleportation core first!"
"You take one route, I'll take another."
"Whoever gets there first strikes first."
"Let's see who's faster!"
Qi Wu froze for a moment.
Then the corners of his mouth slowly lifted.
His smile held a hint of amusement and excitement.