Catastrophe Containment Facility
Chapter 212 - 210: Requesting Assistance

Chapter 212: Chapter 210: Requesting Assistance

After chopping up Zheng Feng’s body, the Shadow Demon gave a hideous laugh and said to Wen Wen, "This human’s body can be divided almost infinitely. Now, do you still have time to chase and kill me?"

"The more he splits, the weaker his spirit becomes. Fewer than ten replicas will cause his reason to decline, and splitting more than ten times will result in his total loss of reason."

Then, he kicked the growing fragments everywhere with a foot.

"Now that he has split this much, it’s not possible for his consciousness to return to that of a normal person. I’ve lost my restraint, goodbye, unnamed Demon Hunter."

Having said that, the Shadow Demon dissolved into the shadows and strode away.

Wen Wen did not pursue the shadow demon because the greatest threat at the moment was not that demon but the Zheng Fengs scattered everywhere.

Numerous Zheng Fengs appeared in every corner of the factory, resembling cloning techniques from some ninja anime.

But these Zheng Fengs didn’t look as harmonious as those replicas. They all had ghastly faces, drooling, with eyes full of hatred toward Wen Wen.

Many Zheng Fengs could no longer maintain a human shape; various limbs sticking together formed shapes more terrifying than monsters.

They had lost their reason completely, spontaneously multiplying without needing further dissection, and the proliferating Zheng Fengs were no longer complete human figures.

In the brains of these Zheng Fengs, only one relatively intact thought remained: to kill Wen Wen.

Wen Wen sighed, knowing he truly couldn’t handle these creatures now unless he used the power of the Catastrophe Prison Warden.

But coming here to handle this matter was widely known; using the power of the Catastrophe Prison Warden here would undoubtedly reveal his connection with the "Black Cross."

So Wen Wen spat out a stream of acid, repelling a few Zheng Fengs trying to approach him, then alone jumped to a high spot in the workshop and dialed a number.

"Hello, Captain Lin, come and help quickly. I can’t handle this situation by myself. Uncle Gong hasn’t left yet, right? Please make sure he comes over."

After leaving the address and some necessary information, Wen Wen hung up the phone and then leapt high.

After he jumped, a human centipede made of dozens of Zheng Feng’s heads and arms shot to where Wen Wen had just been and began tearing frenzily.

"Whether they can hurt me is another matter, but if they caught me, the disgust alone would kill me."

Wen Wen grimaced, jumped in front of the centipede, and started kicking the heads like a soccer ball, shooting them away one by one.

Now, Wen Wen had to try his best to hold his ground here until support arrived.

His abilities weren’t suitable for dealing with these types of enemies, but the Association had other people who specialized.

Meanwhile, he also needed to keep these endlessly splitting creatures within a controlled area; otherwise, if they burst into residential areas, they could really cause a catastrophe.

"Speaking of which, if we had to classify trash, what category would Zheng Feng fall into?"

In just that short interval, countless Zheng Fengs, even stranger in form than the human centipede, had assembled and were lunging at Wen Wen with bared fangs and claws.

Wen Wen sighed softly, holding his short sword as he charged directly into the mass of Zheng Fengs.

Black glimmers flowed, and sharp sword Qi crisscrossed. Wen Wen treated these Zheng Fengs as sparring partners, using them to practice his swordsmanship.

Practicing swordsmanship with real people compared to the empty ground was completely different; after just over ten minutes, Wen Wen felt his swordsmanship had improved.

During that ten-minute period, Wen Wen had chopped down at least several hundred Zheng Fengs.

Of course, no matter how much he hacked and slashed, the number of Zheng Fengs only increased.

Finally, accompanied by the roar of car engines, a line of black sedans stopped outside the factory, and hundreds of supporters armed with flamethrowers encircled the Zheng Fengs.

The fierce flames engulfed the Zheng Fengs, charring their bodies and forcing them to retreat.

The supporters had no problem dealing with these Zheng Fengs, whose strength had diminished to less than that of an ordinary person due to excessive division. The rigorously trained supporters could easily handle them.

Wen Wen struggled with them simply because he lacked a means of mass energy damage.

Whether it was acid, freezing, or Mental Shock, at most he could handle only eight or ten Zheng Fengs; any more than that, and the monsters in the Sanctuary couldn’t withstand it.

Seeing the Demon Hunters arrive, Wen Wen leaped high and landed in front of Lin Zheyuan and his team.

Behind him, a large spider made up of Zheng Fengs’ bodies roared as it chased after him.

Uncle Gong extended his hand and gently pushed forward, causing the spider Zheng Feng’s body to spontaneously combust violently. In just a few seconds, it had turned into a pile of black, smoking char.

Wen Wen let out a sigh of relief and said with a tone of rejuvenation, "Indeed, your abilities are better suited to dealing with these monsters; no matter how much I slash, I only make them multiply."

Lin Zheyuan pointed at the fiercely thrashing Zheng Fengs and asked, "You left the gathering just to deal with this thing?"

"You’re wronging me there. A former client called saying his uncle had gone mad, and I thought I’d make some extra money, but it ended up dealing with this thing," Wen Wen grumbled with complaints.

This time, Wen Wen wasn’t lying; he had thought it was just a shapeshifting monster, not expecting to encounter someone as bizarre as Zheng Feng.

After slashing too many Zheng Fengs, Wen Wen now felt slightly nauseous at the sight of people.

"Let’s postpone the small talk and wrap these things up first."

Gong Baoding unfurled a pair of flaming wings behind him and hovered in midair, using flames to annihilate all the Zheng Fengs in a cremation process.

The monsters that Wen Wen couldn’t handle were effortlessly charred by Gong Baoding; it wasn’t that their strengths hugely differed, but rather their attributes were too severely counteractive.

Still, it took Gong Baoding nearly half an hour to completely dispose of the various oddly shaped Zheng Fengs.

After landing, Gong Baoding complained to Wen Wen, "I have to transfer to another place tomorrow, and here you are, having me help out in the middle of the night. I, this old man, am nearly being drained by you guys."

"Heh, the capable are relied upon more, right? You’re like a hardworking cow; just eat more grass and you can still produce milk."

Next, Yan Xiu and all the supporters stayed behind to check for any remaining Zheng Fengs that might not have been completely eradicated, while Wen Wen, citing excessive fatigue, left earlier.

First, Wen Wen found Li Dazhuang, pulling him out of a trash can and setting him on top of the lid.

Then, he went to a secluded area and took out a wooden box.

Upon opening the box, he saw that it contained a piece of Zheng Feng’s flesh.

If nothing went wrong, this was the last piece of Zheng Feng’s flesh left. If neglected, another Zheng Feng would eventually grow from it.

Wen Wen covered it with chains and dragged it into the Sanctuary.

Afterwards, Wen Wen himself also entered the Sanctuary.