You can't stop eating for fear of choking.
Wenren Sheng thought so. Though he had just gone through a harrowing encounter, he still had to continue investigating this mysterious incident.
His current 11,014 Mystery Points were indeed terrifying, yet still not enough, because his battlefield had long ceased to be the cutthroat competition among his peers.
The effects of any active skill he used would now be multiplied 12,352 times! His peers could forget about seeing his back; they could not even see one of his toes.
That was why their Puppet Men went mad at the sight of the moon, while he could calmly return and notify the others.
But now, his opponents were Anomalies, the Disaster Anomaly Principal, and an Old One still in its infancy.
This "King of Kings" mission required him to find out what the Disaster Anomaly Principals were trying to do.
Wenren Sheng thought for a moment and turned his gaze toward the Southern Continent.
Sure enough, keeping that bunch of trash around had its uses. Their greatest value was using this channel to spy on the upper echelons of Anomaly society...
Southern Continent, United City, Council Hall. The twelve elders of the Sole Supremacy Society had gathered once more.
"The Old Ones were in the past, the Old Ones are in the present, and the Old Ones shall forever be in the future..." The Grand Elder spoke in a low voice as he held a black scripture and recited from it.
His eye sockets were dark and empty. His eyeballs were already gone.
But that did not stop him from chanting.
The other elders remained silent, each of them like an ignorant elementary school student.
After the Grand Elder finished reciting, he said, "This is the latest task bestowed by God—stop the