Following the faint scent, Wen Wen found the slum and discovered that it had already shown signs of chaos.
Numerous collaborators from the East Oil region, clad in white uniforms, had sealed off the slum.
Within the vast slum, piercing screams or explosions could be heard intermittently, along with occasional bursts of intense gunfire.
Wen Wen, dressed in a white coat, stood atop a building, his expression grim.
It was clear he was a little late. The monsters born from negative emotions had already gained a certain momentum, making them difficult to kill.
As the farce unfolded, Badia would become increasingly chaotic, and chaos would strengthen that entity's power.
A demon hunter, clad in a white robe and sporting a large beard, turned a black-skinned, one-armed man into dust with a single punch. He wiped his palms, then looked up at Wen Wen on the rooftop and nodded with a smile.
This demon hunter assumed Wen Wen was one of them, as Wen Wen was also wearing a white robe.
Perhaps due to the sand and temperature, people from the East Oil region favored wearing white robes, allowing Wen Wen, in his white coat, to blend in seamlessly with the atmosphere.
As for why Wen Wen wore a white coat, it was because his containment suit was in tatters after the intense battle with Chan Zu.
Although the suit could self-repair, such severe damage would take a long time to mend, so Wen Wen had been wearing a white coat during this period.
Putting aside the matter of clothing, despite the participation of numerous demon hunters and collaborators in quelling the unrest within the slum, the situation remained precarious.
The chaos here was not solely due to the monsters but also the human element.
Many individuals who had previously awakened their supernatural abilities harbored selfish intentions, seeking to exploit their powers for personal gain, thereby exacerbating the chaos.
As the chaos deepened, some ordinary citizens also sought to profit from it.
They took the opportunity to seize others' possessions and even stormed supermarkets for "free shopping."
The most basic human need is survival; only after survival needs are met can other needs like safety, social connection, esteem, and self-actualization arise.
As the saying goes, poverty breeds resentment. If people cannot meet their basic survival needs, expecting them to adhere to "morals" or "laws" is like expecting a miracle.
Their daily lives were already unsatisfactory, and now they saw an opportunity to grab a windfall to improve their circumstances.
Even many people who were usually clear-headed or whose survival was not at stake became involved in the unrest, influenced by some strange power.
Apart from ordinary people and newly awakened superhumans, the main instigators were a group of black-skinned strange beings.
These strange beings lurked within the crowd, launching surprise attacks on members of the Hunter Association.
Because the collaborators had to show restraint towards ordinary citizens, they could not effectively control the situation, and the chaos continued to escalate.
The demon hunter who had smashed the black-skinned monster earlier was also locked in a difficult struggle.
This demon hunter's ability was a pair of indestructible iron fists, possessing immense strength of tens of thousands of catties. However, this strength was useless if it couldn't hit the enemy.
A black-skinned old woman, her joints contorted, scuttled at extreme speed, making it impossible for the demon hunter to even grasp the hem of her clothes.
And every time the old woman darted past the demon hunter, her fingertips would draw a wisp of flesh and blood.
Even though this demon hunter was as strong as an ox, he couldn't withstand such a drawn-out, filigree-like combat method.
Wen Wen could no longer watch. He snapped his fingers in the shadows, summoning over a hundred tiger-like puppets armed with firearms.
He instructed these puppets to assist the Hunter Association in maintaining order.
Then, he teleported himself in front of the white-robed demon hunter and, with a single punch, knocked the old woman over, her head spinning several times.
A typical monster would be instantly killed by such a blow, but the old woman's head twisted back into its normal position, baring her teeth at Wen Wen.
"Yoho, quite sturdy, huh."
The old woman's resilient neck made Wen Wen slightly more serious.
He easily grabbed the old woman and scanned her body with his senses, immediately understanding what was happening.
She had already died before becoming this kind of monster.
The other black-skinned strange beings causing trouble were all the same.
Moreover, they were all exuding an ominous aura, an aura that spread like poison!
Its effect was similar to a greatly weakened version of madness, making the populace highly irrational. It was due to this that the riots had spread like a virus throughout the slum.
However, everything has a source. Since they could not infect others, someone must have transformed them into this state.
This old woman was perhaps the strongest among all the black-skinned people. Wen Wen might find some clues from her, so he carried the old woman to a camp near the slum.
The command center for the entire slum operation was located in this camp.
The person in charge of the camp was a demon hunter wearing a white robe and a large beard.
This demon hunter was named Owen and was a True Order superhuman.
Indeed, this person had essentially the same characteristics as the previous iron-fist superhuman.
Or rather, most demon hunters in this place looked like that.
Wen Wen stared at Owen for a long time, still unable to discern any difference from the previous one. Their uniform attire almost gave Wen Wen face blindness.
They all wore white robes, had similar skin tones, and all had beards...
Time was of the essence, so Wen Wen didn't dwell on the appearance issue for too long. Instead, he instructed Owen:
"Have your subordinates fire warning shots and quickly control the situation. Shoot any civilians who refuse to comply."
"Maintaining stability is the most important thing now. The slum must be restored to order as quickly as possible, or more people will likely die."
Owen shook his head and refused Wen Wen's suggestion: "Among these civilians are those black-skinned corpses. Firing indiscriminately might escalate the chaos..."
Wen Wen nodded, "Leave those corpses to me."
"There are at least a hundred black-skinned corpses hidden in the slum, all scattered in different locations. Can you handle it alone?" Owen asked, full of disbelief.
Wen Wen's eyes narrowed, and Owen sensed a pressure, suddenly realizing that Wen Wen's strength was far greater than he had imagined.
"Tell your people to try and find a mirror to carry with them, and leave the rest to me."
Although Owen was somewhat puzzled, he followed Wen Wen's advice and relayed the orders.
Firstly, the Ghost Investigator was well-known among the demon hunters. Secondly, Wen Wen had been invited by Ishna to quell the chaos, and they had to give Ishna face.
Within minutes, every collaborator team had obtained a mirror.
They then began firing warning shots, using their firearms to control the situation. Many people, facing the armed collaborators, remained defiant and continued their vandalism and looting.
They believed that as residents of the Federation, the collaborators dared not open fire.
But when several people fell in a pool of blood, the entire slum finally fell silent. Although their emotions were influenced by some inexplicable power, the influence was not strong. Under the shock of death, they all ceased their agitation and prepared to return home to await the end of the incident.
Just then, black-skinned strange beings, one after another, rushed out from the crowd, heading straight for the collaborators.
These were the strange existences created by the black skull after being killed by Kalame, their purpose being to stir up greater chaos and make the city's inhabitants experience extreme unease and fear.
During the previous riot, they had no need to reveal themselves, only hunting collaborators and demon hunters from the shadows.
But now, as the riot showed signs of subsiding, they emerged to fight.
As long as the collaborators who had just fired were suppressed, the retreating residents would go mad again, triggering even greater chaos. At that point, it wouldn't be something that could be stopped by merely firing a few shots and killing a few people.
Meanwhile, in the command center outside, a terrifying silver light flashed in Wen Wen's left eye.
His Mirror Eye was in full effect, traversing through countless mirrors across the entire slum, locking onto one black-skinned corpse after another.
All the mirrors in the slum were scanned by Wen Wen in less than a minute, identifying nearly a hundred black-skinned corpses.
Then, Wen Wen let out a low cry, and hundreds of black energy swords rose, obscuring all the light around the command center.
"Go!"
These black energy swords divided into over a hundred portions and flew rapidly to various corners of the slum.
The black-skinned corpses that were just about to attack the collaborators were all firmly pinned to the ground by streaks of energy swords.
Their vitality was extremely tenacious, but this was only for ordinary people. Facing Wen Wen's Myriad Sword Art of Evil Whispers, they could not offer any effective resistance and were captured in one fell swoop by Wen Wen.
At this point, there might still be six or seven stragglers in the slum, but those few demon hunters could handle them on their own.
A moment later, Owen looked at Wen Wen in horror. Through feedback from the collaborators, he learned what Wen Wen had been doing. This Ghost Investigator had single-handedly cleared all the black-skinned corpses in the entire slum simultaneously!
If all the black-skinned corpses were gathered in one place, Owen could have easily dispatched them all himself.
However, with these people scattered among hundreds of thousands, precisely locating them and then eliminating them simultaneously was not something an ordinary superhuman could achieve.
In fact, even Wen Wen, before his advancement, could not have done it.
Simply scanning millions of mirrors here within a minute was beyond the capability of an ordinary True Order.
Compared to precisely locking onto these black-skinned corpses, the energy consumed by the Myriad Sword Art of Evil Whispers was negligible!