The mountain valley was bleak and cold.
Hovering cautiously in midair, Lin An stared intently at the enormous Female Corpse standing motionless in the distance.
It looked like a hunched old woman. Her faceless, ghostly visage was covered by long, pitch-black hair, while her skin looked as though it had been soaked in well water until it rotted, revealing a ghastly deathly pallor.
"An embodied existence formed from the combination of multiple Supernatural Events."
Lin An silently gave his assessment, a rare sense of threat flashing in his eyes.
"Team Leader Lin, did you create this thing?"
"Fuck, why do I feel like it's incredibly strong, yet so ordinary?"
Swallowing nervously, Bear Dunce secretly stole glances at the giant Female Corpse from time to time, yet was too frightened to look at her for long.
He was quite bold, but when faced with this kind of ghostly thing, he still felt deeply unnerved.
He couldn't sense anything frightening from the Female Corpse. There was nothing unusual around her, and she didn't move at all.
Yet just looking at the Female Corpse, motionless like a bronze sculpture, made him feel as though she would charge straight into his face the next second and swallow him whole.
This feeling was strangely similar to the Weeping Angels.
"I don't know. I can't say I created her."
After explaining in a low voice, Lin An furrowed his brows, seemingly hesitating over something as well.
Using Soviet Russia as bait, he had lured all the War Zones nearby and then continuously observed the intelligence on each one.
Strategically, he could afford to disregard the Third Order Awakeners of the various War Zones, but in practice, he still took them seriously on a tactical level.
No matter which identity he appeared in before the outside world,