Su Zhan's claws pierced through the final Voyeur's sac.
The fifth one...
He shook the mucus off his hand.
The entire corridor was carpeted with black blood.
The next moment.
Screams erupted from downstairs in waves.
More people were falling victim...
Su Zhan adjusted his breathing.
Hunting these Aberrants was making him stronger and stronger.
He stepped over the wreckage covering the floor, avoiding the sticky pools of blood.
At that very moment.
Climbing sounds came from the elevator shaft.
"Crash!"
The elevator roof cover was thrown open as three Voyeurs pounced out simultaneously.
Their sacs were abnormally swollen, clearly having feasted recently.
Su Zhan's movements became a blur of afterimages.
Left claw pierced through the first one's oral cavity.
Tail swept horizontally, severing the second one's limbs.
Left claw directly dug into the third one's sac.
Black blood splattered across the wall.
Beneath the mask.
The corners of Su Zhan's mouth tore back to his ears, revealing pale white fangs.
Pleasure.
This was the only feeling he had now.
"It seems this body of mine was born to kill Mist creatures."
Su Zhan took a deep breath.
Struggling to suppress his rising smile.
Physical strengthening.
Spiritual pleasure.
He was growing to like this feeling more and more.
Continuing downstairs, just two floors down.
Su Zhan stopped in his tracks.
He stood at the stairwell corner, body slightly tensed.
Two Aberrants blocked the central path.
One wore a split-mouth clown mask, the other had a Hulk mask.
"Brother, what are you doing here?"
The clown mask tilted its head, voice hoarse and laughing.
Su Zhan immediately responded, "Didn't expect to meet Transcendence Society brothers here. You summoned the Mist, and I happened to be hunting here."
Aberrants hunting together like this, especially during Mist summoning.
Most likely from the Transcendence Society.
His current identity was an Aberrant.
He was the same kind as these two Aberrants.
And judging by the aberrant energy fluctuations from these two, their strength was definitely above low-risk initial stage.
Meaning at least Dew Realm third stage or higher.
Direct confrontation wouldn't be wise.
For now, he just needed to maintain his cover.
"Hunting? Then what about those injuries on you?"
The Hulk mask stepped forward, pointing at the black blood on Su Zhan: "This isn't human blood."
Right, black blood couldn't be human.
While Mist creatures and Aberrants had various blood colors, possibly including black.
But note: Aberrants only had changed blood when in their aberrant form.
The black blood on Su Zhan was naturally from the Voyeurs.
"Don't even mention it."
Su Zhan's voice carried anger: "Met some troublesome guys, took some effort to deal with."
Implied meaning: this black blood was his own, from getting injured while encountering awakened ones.
Why lie?
These two Aberrants were clearly targeting his teammates.
This explanation would make them drop their guard due to excitement.
This way he'd have an opportunity to strike.
The two Aberrants exchanged glances.
"What's his Life Soul?"
The clown mask immediately asked.
Su Zhan responded: "Electricity user."
Hearing this, the bloodshot eyes of both Aberrants noticeably brightened.
They exchanged a look.
"Electric Life Soul?"
The clown mask's voice raised, bone claws scraping against each other: "Does he mock you while fighting, all smirky and casual?"
Su Zhan's heart sank.
They knew Liu Ziming's habits, then the others...
They had indeed investigated his team in advance.
This Mist was specifically a massacre targeting his team!
"Exactly,"
Su Zhan's voice carried some gritted-teeth intensity: "That kid's slippery as hell."
The Hulk mask stepped forward, nasal cavity almost touching Su Zhan's mask: "Which floor is he on?"
This distance made Su Zhan's body instinctively tense.
Too close...
His brain raced at high speed.
These two Aberrants had come up from downstairs.
This meant they had already searched downstairs.
And he had just mentioned fighting awakened ones.
If he said the fight was downstairs, they couldn't have missed it.
So he could only say upstairs.
But upstairs had the evidence of his recent battle, with black blood everywhere.
If they discovered it, they'd inevitably suspect him.
Yet now he could only say he fought awakened ones upstairs.
"Five floors up."
Su Zhan immediately added a disclaimer: "But whether he's still there now, I'm not sure. If you can't find him, don't blame me."
The clown mask let out a piercing weird laugh: "Don't worry, as long as he's still in this hotel, we'll dig three feet through the ground to find him!"
But the Hulk mask suddenly narrowed its eyes: "Wait, you said fifth floor? Which area on the fifth floor?"
Suspicion indeed.
This question was completely different from the previous one.
Asking which floor allowed hesitant answers - with over 50 floors, recalling was normal.
But asking which area was different.
You needed to provide at least a vague location, like small private room, large banquet hall, or room bathroom.
He couldn't hesitate now, or it would only increase suspicion.
No time for overthinking.
Su Zhan immediately said: "A power distribution room. That kid was there. You should be careful - the electricity there perfectly suits him, greatly enhancing his combat power there."
Perfect.
Sounded completely plausible.
This detail made the Hulk mask slightly lower its guard.
Power distribution rooms were indeed suitable environments for electricity-type awakened ones.
"Thanks brother."
The clown mask couldn't wait to charge upward.
"Appreciate the intel."
The Hulk mask gave Su Zhan a stiff nod.
The two Aberrants ran upward together.
Just as they brushed past him.
Su Zhan's right hand gathered power, muscle fibers beneath the scales tightening like steel wires.
Letting them go up would doom his teammates.
Striking now would dramatically increase success rate.
Peripheral vision locked onto both targets.
The clown mask and Hulk mask's rear heart points.
Could resolve in three seconds...
Su Zhan's right fist was about to strike...
The Hulk mask turned back without warning.
Su Zhan's muscles instantly relaxed, right hand stopping mid-motion, disguised as adjusting his belt.
"You're not from our organization, are you?"
The Hulk mask's single eye narrowed to a slit.
Seen through?
No, testing.
Su Zhan shook his head: "No, I don't belong to any organization."
The clown mask also turned around, mouth stretching even wider: "Interested in joining? You're pretty strong. Our Transcendence Society really likes lone wolves like you."
The Hulk mask pulled out a mucus-covered business card from its chest.
An address written in congealed blood: "After the Mist ends, next day at 3 PM, come here."
Su Zhan deliberately hesitated several seconds before accepting the card.
The address might be a trap.
But could also be an important clue.
"I'll consider it."
"Mm, hope you understand - only when Mist falls can we achieve transcendence."
The Hulk mask continued: "We Aberrants are already rejected by human society. Where do we truly belong? Humans, or Mist creatures? I believe it's the latter. Hope you'll consider this carefully."
"Okay."
Su Zhan nodded seriously.