However, Chen Bing's next words instantly turned their shock into solemnity, even a trace of alarm.
"Within a five-kilometer radius, there are four First Sequence Mutant Creatures."
"Due west, roughly three kilometers away, deep within that crystallized Black Stone Forest, the Gold Element is extremely dense and should carry toxicity."
"To the northwest, four kilometers away, near the outlet of a Magma Undercurrent around three hundred meters underground, there is a strong sulfur smell, and it is highly volatile."
"To the southeast, about fifty meters beneath that swamp emitting multicolored poisonous gas, one is lying dormant. It is restrained, but cold and sinister."
"To the northeast, on the side of that small active volcano, within the shadowed area formed by flowing magma, its energy shares the same origin as magma."
"Additionally, there are seven more Mutant Creatures with slightly weaker Spiritual Power levels, though they have also reached the threshold of the First Sequence."
"Two are in cracks along the inner wall of the northeastern crater. They have a symbiotic relationship, one obvious and one concealed. Another is beneath a pile of decaying plants on the island at the center of the Poison Gas Lake to the southwest."
Chen Bing's tone was flat, as though she were taking inventory in a warehouse rather than describing eleven Mutant Creatures capable of causing monstrous upheaval in any major nation.
Even the weakest First Sequence Mutant Creature would be considered a mobile natural disaster in the outside world. Yet now, they lay dormant all around them, watching like tigers eyeing prey.
But neither Chen Bing nor Qin Tian and Huo Yu beside her showed the slightest sign of nervousness.
Huo Yu even yawned boredly.
"Only eleven? I thought they'd be stronger."
"That's it?"
Qin Tian's expression was equally calm. He was merely surprised