Soon, the wriggling Mercury Spiders crawled over, and the solidified black sand was collected once again.

The spiritual matter, filled with pollution and negative emotions, could be reused after undergoing Fluid Alchemy purification. As for the separated pollutants and impurities, they could be directly fed into the Poison Heart Ring for the next round of catalysis...

Once accustomed to hard days, one must be thrifty in everything.

It's essential to understand that 'saving one is earning two'; extravagance and waste are truly disgraceful.

Ji Jue hated wasting materials the most. Even a piece of scrap in the workshop had to be thrown into the furnace to be remade and recycled.

Yet, at this moment, An Ning glanced sideways at the faint smile curling at Ji Jue's lips, her expression growing more complex: How did a fine person turn increasingly sinister after dabbling with the craftsman...

Embers are harmful!

"Roar!!!"

In the midst of thunder and roaring explosions, a furious roar suddenly erupted from the valley. A massive figure tore through the car body, leaped up fiercely, and violently collided with the Little Ox, hurling it away mid-air, causing it to tumble and crash down!

"Big brother, save, save me..."

Amidst the mud, a Chosen One who had narrowly escaped from under Pan Ying cried out joyously, tears streaming as they shouted for rescue. Immediately after, they saw 'big brother' slowly turning back.

A pair of eyes, interlaced with ghastly green and scarlet, stared intently at him.

On the beastly face covered with pitch-black mane, remnants of a once bushy beard could still faintly be seen. Yet the strange green eyes, crisscrossed with blood vessels, had transformed into vertical pupils, brimming with pure thirst and brutality.

Without hesitation, he opened his Blood Bowl mouth, crushed a subordinate's head, wantonly devoured flesh, and the mutated body swelled again, its claws sharp.

Within the car body he originally broke through, it was already a blur of flesh and blood...

In the trauma and pollution of the soul, the beastial instinct repressed in the leader's heart completely erupted, plunging into madness, having already devoured all the confidants and subordinates nearby!

"...Is this the White Deer Mutant?" Ji Jue was curious.

Before this, he had already witnessed severe cases of Blood Thirst, a plague virus born from the White Deer Chosen one's mutation, spreading its infection.

It could be said that without Blood Thirst, Ji Jue might not have smoothly embarked on the path of the Chosen One. Witnessing such a scene now, he couldn't help but feel wistful.

The Mutant symptoms of Embers were materialization; the symptoms of a Great Group mutation were insanity and combat; Tian Yuan's mutation was the annihilation of humanity into a vessel for distorted rules... whereas the White Deer Mutant's most direct symptom was a descent into beastiality, an irrepressible craving for cannibalism!

"At most, it's just a Ghoul, still far from being a true wolf."

An Ning looked down in disdain: "Brother Ji Jue, not everyone can blacken and strengthen threefold... Such trash, even if left unchecked, will never amount to anything."

The Twelve Superior each had distinct traits. Simultaneously, the purer the power, the more extreme it became, leading it to easily influence the Chosen One. If one couldn't maintain oneself or control such power, they would inevitably be consumed by it.

Many were bewitched by power, attracted to the Great Evil, and recklessly plunged into the Vortex. Yet, the stringency and chaos of the Great Evil surpassed even the Superior... Seemingly generous gifts and offerings were but a means to raise hordes of fattened swine, as fodder to supply the truly valuable essence to consume and digest.

Falling without choice is pathetic, but to proactively plunge into evil with naive thoughts and whimsical fantasies is truly courting death.

Currently, the beastly mutated, flesh-eating, and blood-drinking monster couldn't even retain its self-consciousness. Its consciousness had already been twisted and destroyed upon the moment of mutation, torn into chaos. Even if left alone, it would only self-destruct amidst endless hunger.

Still far from being a true wolf.

But since it was seen, as a Hunter, it was impossible to turn a blind eye.

An Ning sighed.

Her fingers flickered.

In the vast curtain of rain, a penetrating void suddenly emerged, a glimmer tore through, and in an instant, the beastly Ghoul howled and fell to the ground, revealing a large hole through its chest.

Subsequently, amidst writhing flesh, it attempted to regenerate.

Yet, regardless of growth and recovery, the wound pierced by the glimmer couldn't be filled. Blood spurted endlessly, and the mutation rapidly expanded within the growth of flesh, instantly morphing into a bizarre grotesque formed of interwoven writhing claws and fangs, roaring and rolling.

Death's arrival was unstoppable.

Under the annihilation of that wisp of flying light, it withered swiftly, finally dying as blood drained away. Along with the withering and crumbling of many body parts, what remained was merely a mutated skeleton resembling both man and beast.

Only...

At the moment the Ghoul withered and died, An Ning's previously nonchalant expression abruptly halted.

In the fierce wind, she suddenly turned, scanning her surroundings, her gaze sweeping through the tracks of mudslides and floods inch by inch.

The subtle smile and indifference of before vanished in an instant.

A cold light appeared in her eyes.

Wolf!

The scent of a wolf...

Not a smell or a trace, rather it might as well be the Hunter's instinct!

From the Upper-level Summoning of the An Family, through countless training and honing of skills, an instinct engraved in the soul had been triggered.

At the moment the Ghoul died, a certain hunger disturbance emerged in the shadows.

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