Two days later.
"What? Large numbers of barbarians were found dead for no apparent reason in an underground parking lot, and the Hunting God's footprints were left at the scene?"
Inside the command center, the commander of the army group stared in astonishment.
He wasn't the only one. Everyone in the command center was stunned. According to the reports sent back by the frontline troops, there were more than ten thousand barbarian corpses. Not one had any external wounds. Their faces were twisted with terror, as if they'd seen something horrifying before they died.
This was no good sign!
It meant something beyond their control had happened—the last thing anyone wanted to encounter in a war.
"These are all followers of the Hunting God. I doubt He did it, and He's already left. Could it be... an acute infectious disease?" the chief of staff said hesitantly. The moment the words left his mouth, he immediately refuted himself. "Impossible!"
Earth and the Otherworld had been connected for more than twenty years. Any infectious disease would have broken out long ago. How could it have waited until now? Besides, the other barbarians were still hale and hearty.
"Do you think a martial artist might have done it? Someone like Chief Chen, for example?" the deputy commander asked.
The commander shook his head. "That man is indeed powerful, but he's still nowhere near strong enough to kill thousands of barbarians without a trace and leave not one alive. Unless he's..."
The others exchanged glances. The office gradually fell silent as every one of them thought of the same possibility.
A chill ran through them!
Whether it was the Hunting God or not didn't matter. At least one thing was certain: a terrifying presence was still lurking in Pingzhou.
In his room, Chen Shouyi