The old man raised a withered finger and pointed into the distance.
Bang!
The central display instantly went dark, filled with static.
"We've lost contact with Drone One! Its last coordinates were in the Hundred-Thousand Great Mountains on the border between Colorful Clouds Province and Qian Province!" the intelligence officer shouted.
Ye Wenjun drew a deep breath, cold sweat instantly soaking his back.
The Langya Blessed Land in the East China Sea had just been flattened by a nuclear strike, and now another monster of unknown strength had emerged from the country's remote mountain forests.
The signs of spiritual energy's resurgence were becoming impossible to suppress. These ancient beings buried by the passage of time were awakening one after another.
"Immediately designate the target an SSS-class, extremely dangerous individual! Mobilize every military satellite and covert surveillance device along their route and keep them under constant tracking! Under no circumstances can we let them enter a densely populated city!"
Ye Wenjun acted decisively, snatching up the red secure-line telephone on his desk.
"Connect me to Chen Family Village in Yicheng!"
"Only Mr. Chen can deal with an old monster like this!"
Qian Province, at the edge of the Hundred-Thousand Great Mountains.
The night wind carried the scent of damp earth.
Heavenly Hatred True Lord's withered fingers clamped tightly around the crown of a middle-aged man's head.
The man wore ragged camouflage and carried a bamboo basket on his back. His eyes had rolled back, and his expression was vacant.
"I ask you, which sect rules the Cultivation World today? Kunlun? Shushan? Or the Heavenly Demon Sect?" Heavenly Hatred True Lord's voice was hoarse, carrying an irresistible pressure.
The man opened his mouth woodenly. "What Cultivation World? Never heard of it. Our village chief's the only one in charge around here."