Then Wen Wen began to observe the secret organizations attending the meeting.
Besides the host Truth Society and the three large organizations Glory Church, Profane Blood, Abyss Eye, there were other secret organizations present.
The representative of the Thirteen Clans of the Blood Clan was an elegant elderly man with gray hair, a veteran far stronger than Illiyat.
A man with face paint sat on the right side of the table, representing the Silver Brotherhood.
The Silver Brotherhood is also a large secret organization, originally inferior to Profane Blood, but now looking down upon it.
Grandi, the Bewitching Clown Wen Wen once encountered, is a member of the Silver Brotherhood.
The Silver Brotherhood does not believe in the deities of the Inner World; their philosophy is to have superpower users become the overlords of the world and turn ordinary people into slaves of the superpower users.
Even the underwater city Oye has sent a messenger, a terrifying red-pointed-headed fellow.
A creature wrapped in bandages, emitting a faint stench, is the envoy from Capital Feng Ghost City.
Wearing a white turban, hiding the face, is the desert bandit from Aifei Region...
There are also about twenty small secret organizations with their strongest members only at the True Order Realm. So many rats lurking in the shadows, gathered together, form a formidable force.
"Hosta, where are you, my dear little Hosta..."
A somewhat hoarse voice called out behind Hosta; it was the voice of Hosta's grandmother.
In Hosta's life, his grandmother was the only character with warmth. Hosta's muscles twitched as he resisted the urge to turn around.
He knew that his grandmother had passed away the day before he joined the Glory Church; she couldn't possibly appear here.
Something was enticing him to turn back, wanting to devour him!
"This place is rather interesting."
Wen Wen, spying in secret, exclaimed in amazement.
He found that his surveillance was somewhat weakened. He could only see endless darkness and couldn't lock onto Hosta's location or use the chains to descend beside Hosta.
"No wonder it's called the Silent Abyss, it indeed has some tricks. But why did the voice stop after just one call, so unprofessional, huh?"
Wen Wen shrugged, then showed an evil grin, whispering softly to Hosta through the chains.
"Hosta, your smile right now is truly beautiful."
Upon hearing this, veins bulged on Hosta's forehead, his strength violently erupting around him.
His mouth was slashed open by Wen Wen, unable to hide that terrifying smile, all because of Wen Wen.
"You're angry, you're angry! Hahaha," Wen Wen said insouciantly.
Hosta forced himself to stay calm, knowing that the thing behind him, since it could mimic his grandmother's voice, could easily mimic Wen Wen's too. As long as he didn't turn around, it posed no threat.
Wen Wen continued his verbal taunting: "Why don't you dare turn around? Have a stiff neck? Coward."
"The old woman talking to you earlier is now in my hands. Turn around and I'll let her go, okay?"
"Forget it, I'll be honest—I am indeed Wen Wen, and I'm talking to you just for fun."
"You are really too cowardly, aren't you..."
Wen Wen kept running his mouth the entire time, making Hosta outrageously furious, his rage unstoppable, burning inside, seething with anger...
Anyway, no matter how furious Hosta got, he didn't dare talk back or turn around to take a glance, so Wen Wen's insults felt immensely satisfying.
Once Hosta felt his feet firmly planted on the ground, he finally sighed in relief. Wen Wen also stopped talking, taking a sip of soda to wet his throat.
Appearing in front of Hosta was a long underground cavern, where clusters of faint blue crystal stones grew, providing necessary light.
Beyond a hundred meters in the cavern lay an ancient stone gate, possibly the meeting venue.
Hosta, uneasy, glanced behind him, a sense of ominous premonition rising within.
Those who accompanied him to the meeting might have all perished; not everyone could withstand such terrifying interference along the way.
Being the coldest and strongest among them, he almost succumbed inside; it's needless to mention the others.
That thought barely surfaced when Hosta saw his colleagues gleefully emerging from the darkness one by one.
Yeah... Compared to Hosta's murderous expression, these folks seemed quite cheerful.
"With your capabilities, how could you possibly get out so easily?" Hosta asked indignantly, his forced grin intensifying his anger. Get full chapters from novel⦿fire.net
The others paused in confusion, was there any danger here?
Wasn't it just a call at the start and leaving it unanswered was fine?
What did Hosta encounter to get this agitated?
Seeing his fierce expression, they dared neither to speak nor inquire.
Wen Wen tried to tune in from the cavern but could only vaguely see and hear the meeting proceedings; he couldn't use Hosta's body to disrupt it nor could he use the chains to destroy the meeting.
No wonder the Black Night Knight said this meeting couldn't be disturbed; even using Sanctuary, Wen Wen could only manage this much; other Catastrophe Level members of the Hunters Association would be even less capable.
Upon entering the stone gate, Hosta and the others found a huge conference room.
Within the Silent Abyss, the bubble spaces wouldn't exist for too long—they likely didn't have the time to construct here—so this conference room must be a containment item involving building.
Besides Glory Church, everyone had already arrived; upon entering, Hosta and the others were met with a round of jeers.
Secretly attending such a meeting, once sharing the stance with the Hunters Association, was a great irony.
"We've all arrived early, with only you coming last. Are you being disrespectful to us?" a man on the left said cynically.
This man wore a bizarre robe, his hair writhing irregularly—he's the current head of Profane Blood, Fu Yin, whom Wen Wen once humiliated.
After two Catastrophe Levels of Profane Blood were eliminated, the remnants gathered together, making Fu Yin the leader.
With Profane Blood's current power, only having the leader personally show up could warrant any attention.
"We're all comrades from now on; no need to argue over such petty matters."
In the main seat was a professor from the Truth Society, exuding a scholarly and friendly air, appearing much smarter than the one Wen Wen had captured.
Wen Wen shook his head in disappointment, hoping the professor would challenge Glory Church.
For instance, asking how they got here—if they drove a Santana, then kicked them out—but alas, that iconic moment didn't happen.
Then Wen Wen began to observe the secret organizations attending the meeting.
Besides the host Truth Society and the three large organizations Glory Church, Profane Blood, Abyss Eye, there were other secret organizations present.
The representative of the Thirteen Clans of the Blood Clan was an elegant elderly man with gray hair, a veteran far stronger than Illiyat.
A man with face paint sat on the right side of the table, representing the Silver Brotherhood.
The Silver Brotherhood is also a large secret organization, originally inferior to Profane Blood, but now looking down upon it.
Grandi, the Bewitching Clown Wen Wen once encountered, is a member of the Silver Brotherhood.
The Silver Brotherhood does not believe in the deities of the Inner World; their philosophy is to have superpower users become the overlords of the world and turn ordinary people into slaves of the superpower users.
Even the underwater city Oye has sent a messenger, a terrifying red-pointed-headed fellow.
A creature wrapped in bandages, emitting a faint stench, is the envoy from Capital Feng Ghost City.
Wearing a white turban, hiding the face, is the desert bandit from Aifei Region...
There are also about twenty small secret organizations with their strongest members only at the True Order Realm. So many rats lurking in the shadows, gathered together, form a formidable force.