The bombed-out mountain was filled with the aura of death, yet fresh vitality also suffused its slopes. The two auras coexisted, mingling in a chaotic tangle.
Given time, the deathly aura might be buried, and new life would take over the mountain.
What Ke Meng needed to do now was ignore that new vitality and focus entirely on sensing what lay behind the deathly aura.
The farther uphill he went, the thicker the deathly aura grew.
But when he reached a certain point, it suddenly weakened a little.
Ke Meng took a step back and stood still on a patch of pitch-black soil.
"What is it, A Meng?" Luo Yuan stopped too, warily surveying their surroundings.
Guards were stationed throughout this part of the mountain, along with investigators from several other teams. At his words, they all looked over and quietly drew closer.
They had no other motive. They simply wanted to see what an expert with maximum Gnosis could do.
People with maximum Gnosis were a rarity these days. Although the Investigation Bureau now had Spirit Fruit that could bring people with scores in the nineties up to maximum Gnosis, few with high Gnosis dared to eat it. They knew how precious their lives were and would not risk eating the fruit.
Staying alive was hard enough already. Why make things worse by increasing their Gnosis?
At present, only people with low Gnosis wanted to eat Spirit Fruit. Those with high Gnosis had no desire to try it.
"The deathly aura is heavy here. This might be the point where the Vampire Bats originated." Ke Meng closed his eyes, crouched, and felt the scorched soil, coating his hand in black powder.
He emptied his mind and sensed the aura of the place. Dimly, he saw flashes of relentless bombardment,