"Target eliminated. The danger has passed." The AI butler's voice sounded in the earpiece at just the right moment.
David picked up the crystal core and watched the others' subordinates begin collecting samples of the lingering demonic aura at the scene. After all, that was part of the points.
He let out a long breath.
From locating the target to sealing off the area, then delivering the final kill, the efficiency and smoothness of this operation had surpassed any demon-hunting experience he had accumulated over the past fifty years.
"This network information is terrifyingly convenient," he muttered, his tone full of mixed emotions.
Strength and efficiency were the two things demon hunters craved most.
This operation had not even required Wu Heng to make a move.
As the demon Malachi was eliminated, and the case of his crimes through the network spread among demon hunters on a small scale as a typical example, the Demon Hunter Guild established by the Morik Family—and the mysterious network capabilities behind it—drew even greater attention.
A day later, after final testing and adjustments, the Demon Hunter Guild's official website officially went online.
Its address was passed by word of mouth among demon hunters through special encrypted messages and referral codes, making it impossible for ordinary search engines to index.
The website's interface was simple and cold, dominated by dark gray and deep red, like congealed blood and steel.
Logging in required multiple forms of verification, including but not limited to iris scans, fingerprints, and mark confirmation.
Users even had to verify themselves by cursing Lucifer or angels. After all, no ordinary demon would dare openly curse Satan.
Cursing their own boss for the sake of verification could have consequences even worse than commoners in ancient times cursing the emperor in the streets.
This ensured