Chapter 692 - The True Undead Puppeteer (1/2)

Of course, Qin Feng was not offering his help out of kindness. He was just hoping that he would not cause a string of butterfly effects that would lead to much bigger chaos.

Before he was reborn, Tung Yang was not going to arrive at the Divine Mountain this early. Instead, he was supposed to be at East Sea City, handling the flood crisis.

And Qin Feng did not know whether Obol would eventually be at odds with Tung Yang.

However, if he caused the death of the Eastern Region’s regent, things would then swirl completely out of his control.

The two men had connected their consciousness together via a small communication device that Tung Yang gave Qin Feng. This was a device that was rather similar to the one he acquired in the Perished Lands. It could connect two people’s consciousness within tens of thousands of meters!

Thus, they split up again.

Qin Feng kept on hunting ultra beasts and then subjugating them into one of his Undead Puppets. With their and Bai Li’s conscious energy, they were able to detect a lot of treasures and Heavenly Jewels from miles away.

Meanwhile, Obol had retreated from where Qin Feng was earlier at the speed of a lightning. The other ultra beasts that appeared in front of him were of course no match for him; so, even though he was not able to rob the harvested treasures from Tung Yang, Obol was still able to hunt all these ultra beasts and harvest their materials for himself. As a result, he too had looted a great haul from this trip.

According to the history that Qin Feng knew, other than the death of the Glutton Leviathan, there was also another incident—one that involved the birth of a group of S-tier ability users.

And one of these people was Obol.

Ascending from A8-tier to S-tier in just a day, this also meant that the power one could harvest from the Divine Mountain was plentiful and insanely powerful!

Obol was quick to detect another source of energy. He could tell by just sniffing the air—it was the scent of death! The scent was one of rotting flesh, one that would make one nauseous when smelling it.

This was the scent of ptomaine!

And this was not something that any mere Undead Puppeteer could control!

Obol turned his head and saw the rotten flesh on the ground. A strange feeling crept up his mind as he slowly followed the trail.

He could feel that someone was standing still within five hundred meters. It was as though he was waiting for him.

It seemed that that person had already detected Obol.

However, Obol was not able to detect this person’s presence because he was a dark ability user.

“Kounsat!”

Obol saw a skinny man dressed in a black robe. From afar, he looked like a skeleton.

“Obol!”

The man looked at Obol as several Undead Puppets started to congregate around him, seemingly prepared to block Obol’s attacks. His eyes were glittering with greed, most likely thinking of murdering Obol on the spot to obtain whatever treasures the man had on him.

This was the A-tier dark ability user that Obol thought about when confronting Tung Yang earlier—Kounsat!

“So, you’re here… If you’re here, then who was the one I met earlier?” Obol took a look at Kounsat and noticed that he only had five Undead Puppets with him.

There was also a humanoid, dressed in a black robe, following Kounsat. Obol knew that this “humanoid” was not a person—it was Kounsat’s strongest Undead Puppet. When he was alive, the man was an S-tier ancient warrior from the West Asia Alliance. After he died, Kounsat dug him out secretly and made him his puppet. Due to this, Kounsat was now hunted by the West Asia Alliance—which led him to join the Dark Coalition.

Kounsat had since done numerous inhumane experiments and research within the Dark Coalition’s territories.

Looking at Kounsat’s five Undead Puppets, Obol realized that these were merely the level of beast generals. The only one that he was wary of was just the S-tier ancient warrior puppet and Kounsat himself—who was an A1-tier ability user. Still, if he wanted, he could just strike him down here and then—Obol could just kill the skinny, frail man in one hit. Without their master, the other puppets would fall as well.

However, Obol did not feel that they needed to fight.