Follow the Corpse Collection Team? Are All Hunters Out of Your Minds?

The Teddy Spearmen that stood half a head taller finished scratching its crotch, as though the motion were perfectly natural, then slung its short spear over its shoulder.

It did not retreat immediately.

Instead, it stood in the Black Soil, staring at Bai Zhu from a distance.

Bai Zhu held it in for a long while before finally blurting out a comment.

"Sure enough, it's a demon king that screws heaven and earth."

Dwun, who had been so tense he was nearly out of breath, almost choked because of that remark.

"Can you not say that kind of thing at a time like this?"

"I'm merely describing what I saw."

Bai Zhu pointed at the edge of the Black Soil.

"Look at that stance, that aura, that professional technique. It looks like it could go a few rounds with anything you handed it, even a stick."

No one responded to him.

The hunter squad that had been watching the show from the sidelines moments ago had now fallen completely silent.

Some sat on the ground, frantically checking the soles of their shoes.

Some dragged their teammates backward while cursing as they went.

Others stood outside the cordon, their legs shaking as they forgot to even disengage the safety on their guns.

The military personnel pulled the cordon back another stretch.

Bai Zhu looked around, feeling strangely conflicted.

It was not because his saintly compassion had flared up.

The main reason was that this place really ate people.

Those people had still been putting on airs one second ago, then the next they were dragged away. They had not even managed to piece together their last words before fast-forwarding straight to a memorial service.

Milluki, on the other hand, remained calm.

He propped his terminal on a crate, pulled up the