"Hosta, where are you, my dear little Hosta..."
A somewhat hoarse call appeared behind Hosta. It was the voice of Hosta's grandmother.
In Hosta's life, his grandmother was the only warm figure. Hosta's muscles twitched as he fought hard not to turn around.
He knew that his grandmother had passed away the day before he joined the Glory Church and couldn't possibly be here.
Something was tempting him to turn around, wanting to devour him!
"This is quite interesting."
Wen Wen, lurking in the shadows, marveled. Nᴇw ɴovel chaptᴇrs are published on novel⟡fire.net
He found his surveillance was somewhat weakened; he could only see endless darkness, unable to pinpoint Hosta's position or descend beside him via the chains.
"No wonder it's called the Silent Abyss, it truly has some trickery. But why did the voice only call once and stop? That's so unprofessional."
Wen Wen smacked his lips and then grinned wickedly, whispering to Hosta through the chains.
"Hosta, your smile right now is truly beautiful."
Upon hearing this, Hosta's veins throbbed, and his strength surged outwards violently.
His mouth corner was slit by Wen Wen, forcing him to keep that terrifying smile. This was all Wen Wen's doing.
"You're anxious, you're anxious! Hahaha." Wen Wen said shamelessly.
Hosta calmed himself forcibly, the thing behind him could mimic his grandmother's voice, so mimicking Wen Wen's voice was certainly within its capabilities. As long as he didn't turn around, it posed no threat.
Wen Wen continued to taunt: "Why don't you dare turn around? Did you get a stiff neck, coward."
"The old lady who spoke to you just now is in my hands. If you turn around, I'll release her, how about it?"
"Forget it, let me be honest with you. Actually, I'm indeed Wen Wen, just talking to you for fun."
Wen Wen kept babbling, aggravating Hosta to the point where he was furious, burning with rage, unable to contain his anger, displaying his wrath...
Anyway, regardless of how enraged Hosta was, he dared not retort or turn around for even a glimpse, making Wen Wen's curses quite satisfying.
Finally, when Hosta felt solid ground beneath his feet, he sighed in relief, and Wen Wen stopped talking, sipping some soda to soothe his throat.
What appeared before Hosta was a narrow underground cavern, inside which grew clusters of faint blue crystal stones, providing necessary illumination.
Beyond the hundred-meter-long cavern, there stood an ancient stone gate. Behind the gate should be the meeting place.
Hosta looked behind him with lingering fear, feeling an ominous premonition.
The people participating in the meeting with him might have all perished; the dreadful interference along the way wasn't something everyone could withstand.
He was the coldest and strongest of these people, and even he nearly succumbed, let alone the others.
This thought came just as Hosta noticed his colleagues stepping out of the darkness one by one, appearing cheerful.
Compared to Hosta's murderous expression, these people seemed quite happy.
"How could you possibly get out so easily with your skill level?" Hosta asked angrily, his smile making his wrath even more terrifying.
The others paused for a moment. Was there any danger here?
Weren't they fine after not responding to the initial call?
What had Hosta encountered to be provoked ?
Seeing his fierce expression, they dared not speak, dared not ask.
Wen Wen tried something; in this cavern, he could vaguely see and hear the meeting's content, but couldn't use Hosta's body to interfere with it, nor could he use the chains to bring people in to sabotage the meeting.
No wonder the Black Night Knight said this meeting was uninterruptible; Wen Wen, even with the sanctuary, could only achieve this much; other Catastrophe Level Hunters Association members were even more powerless.
After Hosta and others entered the stone gate, they found a vast conference room behind it.
In the Silent Abyss, the duration of the bubble space wouldn't be long, meaning they likely didn't have time to construct buildings, so this conference room should be a building-type containment item.
Besides the Glory Church, everyone else had arrived. As Hosta and others entered, they were met with a chorus of boos.
The organizations that used to stand like the Hunter Association secretly attending such a meeting was a huge irony.
"We all got here early; you were last. Does that mean you don't respect us?" A man sitting on the left sneered.
This man wore an odd robe, his hair writhing chaotically. He was Fu Yin, the current leader of Profane Blood, who once got tricked by Wen Wen.
After both Catastrophe Level figures of Profane Blood were slain, the remaining troops gathered together, making Fu Yin the leader.
Given Profane Blood's current strength, only a leader's presence would garner any attention.
"From now on, we are all comrades, no need to argue over such trivial matters."
Sitting at the head was a Professor from the Truth Society. This Professor wore glasses and had a gentle and humble demeanor, seemingly much wiser than the one Wen Wen captured.
Wen Wen shook his head disappointingly; he had hoped this Professor would give the Glory Church a hard time.
Like asking them what kind of car they drove here, and chase them out if they had a Santana... but alas, that classic scene did not happen.