The black inverted cross, upon its appearance, drew everyone's gaze.
Like a sword of divine punishment descending from the heavens, it pierced through this corrupted world. The pressure unique to the Disaster class made all surrounding creatures feel immense strain.
This was no repeat of the Furong River Amusement Park incident, where a Disaster-class entity merely intended to descend. This time, they were directly facing an attack from a Disaster-class entity.
Aside from Gong Bao Ding becoming somewhat agitated, both Yan Xiu and Lin Lu were significantly affected. Yan Xiu was even kicked flying by You Han, his mask humorously displaying a bleeding expression.
After all, their strength was still too weak.
The power of a Disaster-class entity, even without intentional targeting, still exerted tremendous pressure on them.
Outside the corrupted residential area, Bing He's hand trembled, and an ice shard detached, piercing a monster through.
"This aura, isn't it the Disaster-class entity I've been investigating?"
"He's actually directly attacking the source of the corruption?"
"My guess was correct. This entity harbors goodwill towards the real world. The last time its aura erupted was to warn us that a disaster was imminent in Furong River City."
Then, he gazed into the distance towards the corrupted residential area, a smile forming on his lips.
Regardless, having another Disaster-class entity, one suspected to be benevolent, was a good thing for the Association.
After all, the Association's 'True Self' realm superhumans numbered only eight Sentinels.
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After Liao Jiaxin's death, Wen Wen immediately emerged from the containment facility. He had deliberately controlled his actions to avoid affecting the area where he disappeared.
The scene was chaotic. Liao Jiaxin's scattered remains had vanished without a trace, utterly destroyed.
The stream of black energy still stood within the villa, putting pressure even on Wen Wen himself, who had unleashed the attack.
The power of the Disaster Prison Lord was excellent in all aspects, except for its lingering presence. If not deliberately restrained, the energy would dissipate only after a considerable time.
However, this also brought an advantage: as long as this black cross remained, outsiders would not dare to enter the villa, providing Wen Wen with considerable convenience for his actions.
Compared to the casual arrangements of entities above the Disaster class, the deterrent of a present Disaster-class entity was far more potent.
The arrangements made by an evil god would stop there if they could not proceed smoothly.
But an existing Disaster-class entity in the real world, with just the thought, possessed the ability to erase a city from the map.
The term "Disaster" in Disaster class was not merely for show; it truly meant the ability to single-handedly trigger a great catastrophe!
The abilities of every Disaster-class entity were akin to the gods in ancient myths and legends from various regions!
Wen Wen didn't know the situation outside, but he could guess it was nothing more than shock upon shock.
While no one was disturbing him, he casually removed the basement door and entered.
In truth, as a detective, Wen Wen knew some lock-picking skills, but that was hardly as satisfying as brute force.
The deeper he went, the more unsettling the atmosphere became, as if something immensely evil was watching him.
Strange whispers echoed incessantly in his mind, his reason gradually fading, and chaotic, dark desires began to sprout.
The short staircase felt like a dragon's den or a tiger's lair for Wen Wen to descend.
"No, I can't continue like this. If I go further, I might lose control... What is down there?"
Wen Wen gritted his teeth and activated the Warehouse Manager's badge, which provided a slight sense of relief.
"There might be the will of something below. Proceeding like this is dangerous. Even if I'm fine this time, problems will arise next time."
"Moreover, relying solely on the badge is useless. I could still go mad. I need to find a more reliable method." Soudan Novel Network
Wen Wen entered the containment facility and changed into the Disaster Prison Lord's robe. His first priority was to alter his appearance so that whatever was inside wouldn't recognize him.
Next, Wen Wen wrote several lines on his left hand, detailing what he intended to do shortly.
Finally, he switched to the Curly-Haired Baboon physique and emerged from the containment facility.
While in the Curly-Haired Baboon state, Wen Wen's intelligence was low, but the risk of losing control was minimized. Low intelligence did have its advantages.
Indeed, upon emerging, the whispers persisted, but Wen Wen's emotions remained calm, with no signs of losing control.
Then, he looked at his left hand and memorized the lines he had written.
Although the Curly-Haired Baboon had low intelligence, it could still follow instructions. Even if it was somewhat unreliable, this was the only way.
Continuing downward, he encountered nothing strange. The eerie whispers grew louder, but Wen Wen simply treated them as music and even enjoyed them.
Next, Wen Wen saw the scene in the basement. It was a vast expanse of green, the entire basement space filled with a material resembling green cotton fluff.
After a moment's thought, Wen Wen directly dismantled the wooden door, fashioned two wooden sticks, and pushed aside the cotton-like substance.
However, after just a few pushes, the wooden sticks vanished, and even the handle began to crumble and disappear.
Wen Wen threw away the wooden sticks and, after observation, realized that what made them disappear were extremely tiny, transparent insects. These insects rapidly devoured the wood, causing it to vanish.
"Really, why do these big shots from the inner world always like to use insects to protect important things? How disgusting," Wen Wen muttered, scratching himself twice.
Then he spat, snapped his fingers, and a chill spread out. In an instant, the temperature here became like midwinter, and those tiny insects lost their vitality.
Then, taking advantage of the insects' weakened state, Wen Wen's black chains swarmed out, pushing aside all the cotton-like material and revealing the central space of the basement.
It was only then that Wen Wen discovered the source of the corruption.
It was a green, semi-transparent mass of flesh about two meters in diameter, or perhaps an embryo.
Inside the embryo, something was faintly being gestured, resembling a human but with a head similar to an octopus.
On the outside of the embryo, blurred and deformed human body parts could be seen. At the center was a face etched with despair.
Wen Wen was familiar with this face; it was the Hypnotic Clown, Grandi!
"I haven't seen you since you fled in disgrace in the sewers last time. I never expected you to end up like this."
Despite being an enemy, Wen Wen felt a touch of melancholy seeing Grandi's fate.
During their first encounter, this fellow was incredibly powerful. Standing at a distance, his abilities alone had nearly led to Wen Wen's demise.
But now, he had become a breeding ground for something by an evil god.
Wen Wen's contemplation ended there. Under the Curly-Haired Baboon physique, he couldn't ponder too deeply.