Witch, I m really not the Deep Sea Ancient God!

Chapter 469: Chapter 310 Mirror of Devouring Lies_2

Afterward, he gently wrote down his purpose on the mirror with a pen:

“The Black Hunter’s location.”

Before their eyes, the scenery within the mirror vaguely began to change.

Everyone watched the mirror intently.

Within the mirror, there appeared a dusky twilight, and a scorched earth-colored small island.

Then, the scene of the small island slowly enlarged until, finally, it settled beside a building of red bricks and a pastry shop beside the tall building.

The crowd recognized the familiar scene before them.

Wasn’t this tall building their location?

Could it be… Diya’s golden pupils suddenly constricted.

“There’s a Black Hunter among us!”

Diya stood up and hastily scanned the crowd with tense urgency.

“What! Could the Black Hunter have heard what I just said?”

Nancy, who had intended to maintain her mysterious and aloof demeanor, couldn’t help but chime in uncontrolled.

Being with these bugs… masters, could they truly capture the Black Hunter? An tried not to show the look of regarding them as fools, silently explaining:

“It seems that the Black Hunter has already discovered our actions and has been tracking us, while we were completely unaware.”

“Hmph…”

Grey Mouse propped up his chin, his thoughts aligning with An’s.

They’ve been tracking us… aside from the gambler Loren, everyone else was taken aback.

The gambler Loren lowered his head to look at the mirror once more.

The scene within the mirror at this moment was focused intently on the pastry shop beside them.

In that instant, everyone drew weapons, the hunt coming sooner than they had anticipated.

…

…

Dusk, Scorched Earth Island, a sweet pastry shop.

The round and plump pastry shop owner looked at the hooded patron before him and said with a tremble:

“What kind of pastry would you like, sir? I recommend the apple pie, the sponge cake, and the scorched earth jelly. These are our local specialties.”

The shop owner urged the stranger to leave in his heart. He had seen many hunters disguising their identities, but for some reason, the black-clothed Hunter before him instilled a strong sense of fear.

What does Fen like to eat? Never mind, don’t overthink it, bring some for the Nearshore Dominator, too… Chen Qi ran his forefinger lightly over the pastries displayed before him:

“I want them all.”

“All of them!” The round and plump owner moved skillfully to the door, flipped the ‘Open’ sign with a flick of his hand, then took out a large bag and packed the pastries into a big sack.

These pastries are all quite expensive… Chen Qi silently took out his backpack card, preparing to produce two Gold Coins.

However, the moment he reached for the Gold Coins, an unimaginable chill pierced through his neck.

Pain coursed through his brain and he faintly saw a horrifying scene.

Within a dim world of grey skies and earth, six experts surrounded him amidst the roiling ocean waves. The fully armed Chen Qi, activating his Ember Touch, fighting one against six in the dusky sea, engaged in constant battle with them.

Countless images flickered, more and more wounds marred his body, blood flowed incessantly, until finally, a person with white hair, wielding a magic wand, aimed it at his heart…

In her hands, it seemed to contain boundless energy. This limitless power erupted forth, piercing him through.

A white light illuminated the world,

“Huff, huff…”

Chen Qi abruptly clutched at his chest, his Lamp Phase intuition warning him that his life was in severe peril.

A Divination Master? Chen Qi suddenly thought of this special profession.

This was a tracking ability. However, unlike that of a Blood Hunter, this divination-style tracking often alerted those with high spiritual sensitivity.

I’ve been tracked? Chen Qi casually tossed down two Gold Coins, then quickly stuffed the pastries into his backpack card, ready to flee.

How far away is the other party? How close?

Chen Qi constantly speculated in his heart.

Soon, he silently turned his head to look toward the narrow wooden door of the pastry shop.

However, the next moment, a blonde woman leisurely walked into the shop:

“Is the Black Hunter here?”

The blonde woman swept her gaze across the interior of the pastry shop, which held only the frightened shop owner and no one else.

Gambler Loren added:

“The information we possess is still insufficient to divine the Black Hunter’s exact location. The place in the mirror is just a vague location; he may not necessarily be here but could be elsewhere on this island…”

Gambler Loren shook the dice in his hands, the information they had was not enough to divine the Black Hunter’s exact location.

“So it’s just a matter of probability, huh? If we catch the Black Hunter, can I play with him for three minutes?”

The Elf Hunter wiped the sweat from her forehead, then held her breath.

She had hidden her spirit power field, so why was the shop owner in front of her so afraid?

Creak! Creak!

The sound of darkness breaking came from the rooftop!

Two slender arms extended out of the darkness in the ceiling, grabbing her by the neck.

“In…”

Before she could finish, Chen Qi suddenly lifted Nancy up and then, his arms ignited with dark flames, hurled her toward the pastry shop’s doorway.

Boom—

Nancy, like a high-speed missile, was thrown toward the outside, colliding with Diya with a massive boom.

“This feeling of being strangled by tentacles is really not bad! Don’t worry, with me in front of you, I definitely won’t get caught.”

Lying on top of Diya, Nancy couldn’t help but let out a bitter smile.

Chen Qi made use of the Ember Touch, like a burning spider monster, climbed on the ceiling, then slowly looked outside the door.

Outside, he saw several terrifying figures, along with Moonstone City’s gambler Loren and the Hunter Association’s Grey Mouse.

Their gaze met Chen Qi’s, who had also activated the Ember Touch state.

Grey Mouse quietly took a step forward, his lips curving into a slight smile,

“What a surprise! Everyone, it looks like we need to check if there are any traces of witches around!”

As Grey Mouse spoke, he continuously emitted a wriggling sensation as if numerous insects were hiding underneath his thick grey coat.

Shadow Phase, mouse double.

Then, on the same ceiling where Chen Qi was, shadows slowly converged into a pair of rough arms holding a syringe, silently targeting Chen Qi.

“Got him…”

Shadow Person smiled slightly.

Bang!

Hanging upside down from the ceiling, Chen Qi silently grabbed the shadow’s syringe-holding arm with his left hand, while the other hands of residual fire grabbed the body of the ‘Shadow Person’ and brutally snapped it.

Crack! Viscous, disgusting black blood began dripping endlessly from above, staining their hair.

Grey Mouse from the Black Mine City Hunter Association was him… Chen Qi took a deep breath.

Although the opponent was not a supernova, he was undoubtedly one of the fierce powers of Witch Sea, mastering many forbidden techniques.

Now, thankfully, what he was facing was only a third-rank Grey Mouse.

He wasn’t just any third-rank transcendent; apart from the familiar Diya, they were all masters… Chen Qi adjusted his position because he currently had too little information; he must quickly create some distance.

Gambler Loren pulled out a small handgun, aiming it at him.

Chen Qi slowly manipulated the Hand of Residual Fire to retreat; he had to create distance as fast as possible.

The lucky revolver had only a one-in-six chance of firing a high-powered bullet!

Gambler Loren pulled the trigger silently, smiling,

“Today’s luck isn’t bad.”

Boom!

The bullet from the revolver rapidly turned into a scorching beam of light, shot out at an unimaginable speed, and hit Chen Qi in the chest!

The immense force of the shot blew the roof off the pastry shop!

Chen Qi, with arms formed from six Dark Fire Hands into a shield, barely blocked the blow and stood on the roof, looking down at everything.

“How interesting…”

Chen Qi moved his body and his twelve tentacles unfolded behind him, igniting with searing black fire, twisting into twelve Dark Fire Hands, like a terrifying spider-shaped Evil God,

“Hit by a lucky bullet, barely any movement was hindered, just as the rumors said…”

Gambler Loren, head bowed, reloaded his bullets.

Then, he asked softly,

“Any trace of the Witch nearby?”

“No.”

Silver Mask, who was in charge of surveillance and had a very low presence, replied.

To find the specific target on the first try with just a shoe print… Gambler Loren lifted his head, his dark eyes subtly moving, fixating on the monster above the rooftop:

“Tell those useless navy to block all the ships; today, our luck, the six of us, is quite good.”

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