The abandoned factory in the northern part of Furong River City.
Dark energy swirled faintly in the air, exuding a calamitous and ominous aura.
A man with ice-blue hair stood with his hands behind his back, observing the energy. He was the superior hunter, 'Binghe'.
Behind him stood several demon hunters in uniform, all his assistants.
The assistants were meticulously investigating the area, categorized by their specializations. His assistants included various superhumans, ensuring that his demon hunter team had no weaknesses when facing most situations.
One demon hunter, holding a peculiar instrument, put it away and reported to Binghe, "Team Leader, after verification by headquarters, this aura does not belong to any of the Sin Punishers, nor any of the Cataclysm-level powerhouses known to the Association."
Binghe's expression changed slightly. He took a few more steps forward, looking at the dark energy, and murmured, "A new Cataclysm-level... this is not good news."
If this aura had been recorded before, the mission would have been simple; he would just need to submit the gathered information, and the detailed analysis would be handled by others.
However, if it were a new Cataclysm-level powerhouse, the mission would be much more complicated.
Cataclysm-level entities were entirely different from any other energy level. It was not easy for each Cataclysm-level being to enter reality, and their arrival would trigger intense anomalies and omens, giving the Association a chance to respond.
But this Cataclysm-level aura had no omens at all. This Cataclysm-level monster seemed to have appeared out of nowhere!
If it were an ancient entity that had been hiding for a long time and had only recently emerged, what grand conspiracy was it planning?
If it had only recently stepped into the real world, then it was even more terrifying. This would mean that the Inner World had found a way to silently enter the real world!
Binghe covered his hand with a thin layer of ice and extended it into the dark energy, feeling the rampant corrosive energy. His expression remained unchanged.
"This energy is highly destructive and filled with a calamitous and ominous aura... but it's strange. The nature of this energy is more stable and peaceful than most positive energies... apart from its destructive power, it carries no negative side effects."
Most Cataclysm-level powers, even without direct contact, could cause irreversible damage to ordinary people just by emitting their aura. However, this energy did not.
Binghe was very curious about what this Cataclysm-level existence looked like.
"Are there any traces of others?" Binghe continued to ask.
Another demon hunter shook his head and replied, "This place has been thoroughly ravaged by the Cataclysm-level aura. We cannot trace anything useful, nor can we track anyone."
Binghe sighed and said, "In that case, let's not waste any more time here. We'll go check the other two locations."
There were three locations they needed to investigate: the abandoned factory, the rooftop of the Kewei Building, and the finally, the completely annihilated small wooden house.
These were the only three locations they could investigate.
Wen Wen had not personally visited the rooftop of the Kewei Building or the small wooden house, so he would not have left any traces.
If they couldn't find any clues at this abandoned factory, it would be even more impossible to catch Wen Wen.
It was precisely because he left no clues that Wen Wen dared to go play at Qiling Mountain with peace of mind.
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Wen Wen stood on a treetop, making eye contact with a round-faced, fat chicken.
This fat chicken was not a monster, just an ordinary animal. However, this ordinary animal displayed an astonishing level of intelligence.
It could even understand some of Wen Wen's intentions, to the point of playing a staring contest with Wen Wen here, where whoever blinked first lost.
The name Qiling Mountain Range was fitting; the animals in these mountains all possessed remarkable spirituality.
Even the trees exuded a fresh scent. Wen Wen had no doubt that an ordinary person living in such a place could easily live to be a hundred years old.
Of course, that was assuming there weren't so many monsters here.
Wen Wen didn't engage in indiscriminate capture because not all the monsters here were irredeemable.
Many of them were placed here to fend for themselves by the Hunter Association after confirming they posed no threat, so Wen Wen didn't want to slaughter them indiscriminately.
Therefore, Wen Wen's strategy was to disguise himself as an ordinary person and wander through the vast forest.
As long as a monster took him as prey, that monster would become the prey.
He didn't need to worry about encountering monsters he couldn't handle because the monsters in this mountain range were very territorial. Wen Wen could confirm whether he could provoke the monsters here based on the heat emitted by his Disaster Containment Officer badge.
Wen Wen's method was commonly known as entrapment. He didn't care whether this method was right or wrong; as long as it was effective, it was fine.
Unfortunately, during this day, he had encountered several monsters, but only one monster had actively attacked him.
This was still much better than being in Furong River City, where Wen Wen might not encounter a single monster for several days.
But unfortunately, Wen Wen had not caught that monster; instead, he had been driven away by it.
Yes, Wen Wen, with his many abilities, was beaten and forced to flee by a monster of the same level.
He had to retreat in a rather sorry state, leading to his current mood of playing games with a round-faced, fat chicken.
That monster was a powerful, curly-haired baboon. Its body was incredibly strong, and Wen Wen couldn't defeat it in a direct confrontation, so he had to make a strategic retreat.
However, Wen Wen was also stubborn. He was currently on a tree within that baboon's territory, waiting for it.
After staring at this round-faced, fat chicken for half an hour, Wen Wen's eyes lit up. The damned baboon had finally appeared!
This baboon was not large in size, only about twice the size of an ordinary baboon, and its body was covered in gray curly hair.
At this moment, it was walking towards Wen Wen with its hands and feet, its leisurely posture clearly indicating it hadn't noticed Wen Wen.
This was its territory, and it was currently on its routine patrol.
Of course, even with Wen Wen standing so close, it hadn't noticed him.
Wen Wen had discovered this during their last fight; although the baboon was very strong, its brain seemed to be severely lacking.
To what extent was its brain lacking? It was probably to the extent that even though Wen Wen was squatting on the tree, with no attempt to conceal his aura, as long as Wen Wen remained silent, it wouldn't realize that someone was on the branch.
After the baboon appeared, Wen Wen was solely focused on watching it and inadvertently blinked.
Seeing Wen Wen blink, the round-faced, fat chicken jumped up, pointed at Wen Wen with its wings, and excitedly squawked, indicating it had won.
Wen Wen helplessly covered the round-faced, fat chicken's face with his hand, pushed it away, and then jumped off the branch himself.
The next moment, the entire tree was broken in half by the baboon!
The round-faced, fat chicken's squawk made the curly-haired baboon look up, and it remembered Wen Wen!
Wen Wen chuckled, landed in front of the baboon, and provocatively looked at it.
He had been driven away last time, but Wen Wen dared to return this time, naturally with the confidence of capturing it.