The Other End of the Battlefield

Under the influence of the white hole, the corner battlefields in the southeast, southwest, northeast, and northwest of the Gloomsoil Hidden Realm had been divided into a total of thirty-two fan-shaped combat zones of similar size. To help hunters keep track of their positions on the battlefield at all times, the Hunter Corps, having scouted the terrain in advance, had numbered these sectors in clockwise order.

The battlefield assigned to Dawn Squad and the other four Master Hunter squads was Southeast Zone 16. It bordered Southwest Zone 17, and together they occupied the exact southern side of the entire battlefield.

Meanwhile, Southeast Zone 9 and Northeast Zone 8 together occupied the exact eastern side of the battlefield.

A vast expanse of blackwood forest lay here, and in some remote corner near its southern edge, an exceedingly fierce melee was already drawing to a close.

Thunderous artillery fire rang out without cease, while scorching gun smoke billowed wildly through the air.

A figure clad in a tattered jumpsuit stumbled out of the smoke.

His entire body was stained with blood and riddled with wounds. Although black flesh beneath the tears in his clothes was continuously knitting his injuries back together, it still could not ease the terror and despair on the fugitive's face.

He was a Mad Clown who had just suffered defeat.

Not long ago, he had led a group of companions and a swarm of Abyss native creatures into an encounter battle against another team of hunters in this forest.

Yet after only a few exchanges, the battle had completely tipped in the hunters' favor.

Then, seeing that there was no longer any hope of victory, the Mad Clown had chosen to abandon his companions and turn to flee amid the chaos.

He had no idea where he could