CHAPTER 192: CHAPTER 150: THE INVISIBLE MARTIAL ARTIST!?

The sight before them plunged everyone into a momentary deathly silence.

The massive purple-black fleshy mass of the Abyssal Weaver had completely lost its life-like pulsations, resembling a collapsed, smoky mountain of meat lying there.

It was covered in shocking wounds.

The edges of the deep gashes, visible to the bone, presented a bizarre crystallization, and large charred, carbonized areas emitted the residual heat of burning.

Around the fleshy mass, seven corpses of Creation Technology members lay in miserably grotesque states, voicelessly narrating a brief but overwhelmingly brutal massacre that had unfolded not long ago.

Crushed necks, exploded skulls, dry and shattered bones, charred voids, and bodies trampled beyond recognition...

The entire scene felt as though it had been ravaged by a demon into a chaotic scene.

"This..."

Many looked at the hellish sight before them, seasoned as they were by countless battles, they couldn’t help but gasp, their scalps tingling.

Chen Wenshan frowned deeply, his already chiseled wrinkles deepening.

His gaze swept over each corpse and remnants of the insect mother, squatting down, not touching them directly but carefully sensing the energy fluctuations on the bodies with Gang Qi, his face grim enough to almost drip water:

"Uncertain if it’s the Alien God or Divine Cultists. This type of power...is by no means ordinary."

His deep voice echoed in the deathly silent chamber, carrying a barely detectable hint of dread.

The other party managed to take out 7 people in such a short time and simultaneously kill the critically injured insect mother instantly, their strength seemed unfathomably deep.

"Indeed." Wei Banmeng’s cool voice rang out, walking to Zhong Shan’s headless body, lightly probing the remaining charred marks with the tip of a short blade.

She slightly furrowed her elegant brows, seemingly straining to recall and analyze the characteristics of this power.

"Could there be a fourth force?" Deputy Chief Sun looked at this slaughterhouse-like scene swept by a storm, his voice hoarse with disbelief, "The mantis stalks the cicada, unaware of the oriole behind? Who could so quietly resolve these seven guys in such a short time? To operate in this core area, at least all must be Micro! And simultaneously kill the heavily injured yet still ferocious insect mother?"

Fang Qingyu stood slightly back, also frowning, his face showing a fittingly grave and puzzled expression, speaking up: "Indeed strange. Logically, within the Force Field besides us, the insect mother, and Creation Technology people, there should be no other force. Where did this Divine Cultist emerge from? And for what purpose?"

His gaze "inadvertently" met Jiang Wei’s beside him.

Jiang Wei looked up, her clear large eyes reflecting the figure of Fang Qingyu.

Her small mouth slightly pursed, voiceless, but that gaze lacked any hint of the shock or confusion others might show, only a calm comprehension, as if this horrific scene before them was merely a page from a pre-ordained script.

Wei Banmeng’s gaze also, at this moment, like a bird skimming over the water, briefly and discreetly rested on Fang Qingyu for an instant.

There was an exceptionally faint doubt flickering in the depths of her eyes.

Just now during the fierce battle against Creation Technology in the passageway, the scene was chaotic, smoke filled the air, Grandmaster Chen Wenshan drew most of the firepower, her focus too was mainly on the enemy.

Seems like....

Didn’t quite notice the specific details of Fang Qingyu’s actions?

What was he doing then? Covering for that little girl?

But this thought, like a pebble thrown into a deep pool, merely stirred a ripple before rapidly sinking.

The two, one being a Divine Cultist, the other a Martial Artist.

Essentially unable to coexist.

Moreover, couldn’t possibly slip past so many eyes back then, arriving alone here first.

Thus, this fleeting doubt was quickly attributed to battlefield chaos-induced memory muddiness.

Chen Wenshan took a deep breath, suppressing the shock and doubts in his heart, his loud voice resounding with undeniable authority, breaking the oppressive atmosphere at the scene:

"Alright! Regardless of who that mysterious Divine Cultist is and for what purpose, they at least helped us completely eliminate the greatest scourge of the Abyssal Weaver!"

He surveyed everyone, his eyes, though weary, still sharp, swept over each face stained with blood and weariness.

"Qingjian City’s crisis is resolved!"

Chen Wenshan’s voice carried a heavy weight, declaring the end of this prolonged nightmare engulfing half the city after several days.

Currently, no threat could be greater than the insect mother.

Even an opposing Martial Arts Grandmaster or a Divine Chosen couldn’t compare to the threat posed by the Profound insect mother to Qingjian City.

Grandmaster Chen saying so, there’s absolutely no issue.

At least outside the Force Field, the daily lives of millions of citizens can continue, and the bustling lights need not be extinguished by the hissing of the swarm.

This rescue came at a great sacrifice.

The Fenghuo Squad was nearly wiped out, many members wounded, Lin Kang critically injured...

But in the end, they pulled through!

"Deputy Chief Sun!" Chen Wenshan ordered.

"Here!"

"Immediately organize personnel to collect core samples from the insect mother! All bodies and equipment of Creation Technology’s people, seal and take them away! Not a single clue should be overlooked! Especially concerning that mysterious Cultist!" Chen Wenshan pointed at the corpses of the insect mother and Creation members.

"Understood!" Deputy Chief Sun immediately began directing the still active team members.

"Ye Chen, Yang Jia!"

"Present!"

"You’re responsible for escorting Lin Kang out! Ensure he receives top-level medical attention with utmost speed! Right now, he is our hero of Qingjian!"

"Yes!" The two immediately turned and ran towards the passage.

"Everyone else, clear the battlefield, establish a temporary safe point, sweep the surroundings entirely, and search thoroughly, I know it will take substantial time, but the dawn of victory is already overhead!" Chen Wenshan’s voice carried a sense of exhaustion and relief after the dust settled.

Orders were swiftly given, and everyone began to busy themselves.

The relief of surviving a catastrophe permeated the air.

Fang Qingyu watched as everyone started to act orderly, his tense nerves slightly relaxing as well.

He turned to Jiang Wei, speaking softly, "Let’s head out too."

After successive fierce battles and the Candlebearer’s outbreak, even he felt profound fatigue.

Jiang Wei nodded obediently, her small hand still clutching his hem.

The two turned and began to walk back up the passageway they came from.

The passage still bore combat scars and acrid smells, but the lack of the swarm’s hissing and the insect mother’s heartbeat made it much quieter.

From above, the faint sounds of team members moving items and communicating could be heard.

The breath of life was being reinfused into this once-dead silent hell.

Yet, just as they were about to exit this relatively secluded corridor, approaching the entrance leading to the upper main nest chamber...

Fang Qingyu’s steps unpredictably, suddenly halted!

His pupils suddenly contracted.

His gaze locked like a hawk onto the apparently empty passageway ahead!

In his sight, or rather, in the mind-map perception he possessed, a glaring, scarlet name [Martial Artist]

Floated eerily in the middle of the corridor like a bleeding tag!

The red name slowly moved towards outside the corridor!

Like an entirely transparent phantom, only Fang Qingyu’s special perception from the mind-map could capture its existence!

Fang Qingyu’s heart almost skipped a beat at that instant.

There’s also a stealth Martial Technique!?

Or was he seeing ghosts!?

Fang Qingyu almost instinctively, immediately lowered his head to look at Jiang Wei beside him.

Jiang Wei also almost simultaneously raised her little face, her clear big eyes no longer calm as before.

Rather, a rare hint flashed across them, mingled with vigilance and a trace of... curiosity?

Her gaze also precisely fell on the location of the moving red name Fang Qingyu had seen!

She could sense it too?!

No words were needed, the moment their eyes met, understanding flowed between them.

Fang Qingyu’s eyes instantly grew cold.

He gave Jiang Wei an extremely slight nod.

The next instant, the two of them, as if with a shared intuitive connection, resumed their usual demeanor, as if they had seen nothing.

Following the direction of the red name’s anomaly.

They naturally continued on...