After drinking the blood of the first feathered serpent, Amon had realized that those feathers were not an expression of Dragon Kind genes, but the result of another power—the power of his Main Body!
The power of the Main Body emitted a special force that contaminated nearby creatures, causing horrific mutations and turning them into twisted monsters. Its hallmark was black, crow-like feathers growing from their bodies.
However, the situation in this rainforest was rather unusual. The mutations only occurred in giant serpents; the other animals remained normal, and the contamination had not spread uncontrollably.
This meant that some being had mastered the power of "God's Blood"!
Perhaps it could not control it perfectly yet, but it could at least influence God's Blood to a certain extent and restrain its contaminating properties.
Amon suddenly thought of an organization... the Hall of Truth.
The members of the Hall of Truth were all people who had assimilated "God's Blood" yet retained their sanity.
"Damn, what a coincidence. Did I accidentally stumble into some member's home turf?" Amon muttered to himself.
Was the power of Aggregate really this effective?
The sun gradually moved westward. Night fell early in the forest, and before the sun had fully set, darkness had already enveloped the woods.
The dense branches and leaves formed a thick canopy, blocking out what little light remained.
The Hunters were all Hybrids. Their Dragon Kind bloodlines gave them night vision far superior to that of ordinary people, but even so, they could not see through the dense darkness.
They had long prepared for this and took out their night-vision goggles. Their guide, Ethan, had one as well.
"I think we should find somewhere to rest," Ethan said, panting heavily.
The paths through the forest were winding and complicated—or rather, there were no