Who Designed This Underworld Dungeon?

Five days later.

"Awooo——"

The crazed beast roar echoed throughout Yarn, causing the beastified citizens to shiver.

The source of this sound was naturally the Clergy Beast, as only its roar could reverberate across Yarn.

At this moment, it was facing an encirclement by ten fully armed Hunters.

These Hunters were dressed identically, with the only differences being their varying heights, body types, and the weapons in their hands. Otherwise, they were almost indistinguishable at a glance, like they had been copied and pasted.

Ever since being stationed in the Sain Dungeon, the Clergy Beast had never encountered so many Hunters at once. Its ferocity was fully triggered, and with its swelling arms, it forcefully hurled itself high into the air, aiming at the group of Hunters below.

Faced with the danger descending from the sky, the Hunters not only dodged but also executed the same action in unison.

Throwing firebombs!

Nine out of ten burning bullets hit the Clergy Beast, and flames immediately ignited its fur—wait, were two of those actually oil jugs?

Now the flames clung to its body like a relentless parasite, sustained by the oil jugs' effect, making it momentarily resemble Lawrence.

The pain from the searing flames caused it to lose balance slightly while descending, completely missing its intended target, crashing heavily onto the bridge. The bridge trembled, but the Hunters remained steady, none staggering or falling due to the shock.

Before the Clergy Beast could regain its footing, gunfire erupted, a relentless barrage of Mercury Bullets striking its body!

"Roar!"

It lunged immediately towards the nearest and smallest Hunter, who looked obviously lacking in strength, holding only a Hunter's Pistol and a cane, standing motionlessly while aiming at it.

It instantly leaped sideways to evade. Although the pistol could only cause it negligible harm, nobody desires to get injured. Despite its massive frame, it moved nimbly, making it difficult to hit.

Can you match my speed, Hunter!

"Bang!"

The gunshot resounded, accompanied by the Clergy Beast's wail. Clutching its left face, it cried out in agony, even losing its charge's aim, crashing against the bridge's edge.

Unstoppable blood flowed through its fingers, revealing its eye had been hit!

Could that seemingly underaged girl Hunter possess such precise marksmanship!

It nearly charged off the bridge into the sea, leaving the Hunters momentarily hopeful, only to face disappointment as it steadied itself.

Luckily, nobody had expected an easy victory. A burly man wielding a Big Axe charged in with a powerful leap, hacking into the Clergy Beast and... breaking its skin, causing it to bleed!

"As expected, with more people challenging, its strength also increases."

From a distance, Fanen murmured, then lifted his mask, inhaling Yarn's unique air, before shouting with invigorated spirit:

"Let's go, everyone, begin our hunt!"

These Hunters were naturally all the survivors from before!

After five days in the dungeon, they've now become proficient Hunters capable of wielding weapons. While their battle experience and technique couldn't yet rival seasoned adventurers like Leon in the short term, their mindset now matched that of a true Hunter.

Their eyes bore two conflicting emotions—one brimming with an addiction to hunting, the other exuding cold rationality.

This was the special gaze they honed over five days, constantly oscillating between "hunting addiction" and "detachment" through puppet upgrades, maintaining a violent yet composed stance in battle—a state that most martial artists yearned for.

Reaching this level in such a short time required constant mental strain, a devious method not attainable by ordinary people.

Their five-day exertion likely equaled their lifetime's total exercise.

Sain Dungeon advocated for genuine effort paying off, and through their relentless training, these survivors naturally reaped the rewards, as evidenced by the present.

"Hah!"

Fanen slashed at the Clergy Beast's left leg, instantly causing a finger-length wound. Though minor, blood spurted out!

After rigorous training for five days, even against a Clergy Beast enhanced by the strength of ten, he could inflict greater damage than when first encountering this foe!

The Clergy Beast was about to retaliate furiously when an old woman's sharp, scolding voice interrupted from afar.

"If you have the guts, come hit this old lady! If I don't make you lose everything, may you kick my behind with a boot!"

The words lacked attack power, but combined with the old woman's unique demeanor and sharp tone, they brimmed with powerful taunting evil, enraging the Clergy Beast, making it dismissively swipe at Fanen before charging angrily at the elderly Bell.

Bell, like any belligerent old woman from the neighborhood, showed a harsh face to the beast. She suddenly realized her unique talent in taunting and attracting monster aggro, though it seemed so strong that even her comrades found her irksome...

Of course, the Hunters wouldn't let Bell be attacked without intervention. The sounds of gunfire and slashing erupted simultaneously, as the Clergy Beast found itself surrounded and besieged from all sides.

Every attack initially seemed insignificant, but when these minor wounds accumulated, it created an unacceptable horror for it.

This swarm of feeble insects indeed gathered to truly hunt monsters!

When realizing this fact, it went into an even more berserk state, sending two hunters flying with the speed of lightning, and its bloodthirsty mouth directly bit someone!

The bitten hunter let out a scream, and a saw meat blade flew in from nowhere, hitting the clergy beast's cheek, forcing it to release its grip.

The unlucky hunter was dragged out of the battlefield for treatment by Bell, who had previously looked stern, as soon as he fell to the ground. His stomach had a hole pierced by sharp teeth that required immediate attention, and Bell, quite adept in caregiving, had already donned an expression of an elder indulging the young.

"Just like we rehearsed, attack according to plan!" Isha shouted loudly.

Everyone present wasn't seeing the clergy beast for the first time, and everyone had more or less fought with him. After all, if you haven't met it, the puppet girl would look at you as if you were invisible, making upgrades impossible.

Today, the hunters were fully prepared, naturally aiming to hunt the clergy beast.

What needed to be done after a successful hunt was also very clear.

The battle was intensely fierce, with injured people constantly appearing, but after receiving treatment, they immediately returned to the battlefield, never giving up the hunt unless thoroughly crushed; their vitality was even stronger than cockroaches.

Bottle after bottle of burning bullets fell on its body, saw meat blades, big axes, canes… various weapons alternated in inscribing scars, and the clergy beast gradually showed signs of fatigue. Finally, accompanied by the explosion of a burning bullet near its head, its body fell to the ground powerlessly.

"Go, Fanen!"

"Here I come!"

Fanen leapt out ahead of the others, gathering all his strength in his arms, fiercely smashed the saw meat blade into the clergy beast's head, with blood erupting like a fountain, instantly dyeing him from head to toe in red!

The others exerted all their strength to attack, leaving their own marks on the clergy beast!

"Awoo——"

The clergy beast fell to the ground, letting out a dying wail.

The hunters were excited, it had been five days, and they had never critically wounded the clergy beast to this extent before; success was imminent!

People couldn't wait to rush forward, about to deliver the final blow, but at this moment, it did something unexpected.

Weakly lying on the ground, the clergy beast stretched out its trembling claws, seemingly putting its hands together as if praying, with the beastliness in its eyes fading significantly in that moment.

The hunters stopped, looking at each other, not sure what this situation was.

The clergy beast still retains human consciousness? Should we——

Before the hunters could decide what to do next, the clergy beast's eyes were once again overtaken by the fiercest beastliness, springing up and smashing the nearest hunter into a pulp.

People were stunned, but an uncontrollable anger surged into their hearts, regretting their earlier thoughts of finding a way to reform the counterpart, only to be taken advantage of for a sneak attack.

Everyone swarmed forward, unleashing their fury, and the already severely injured clergy beast fell to the ground once more.

"Crack!"

Fanen adjusted the saw meat blade into a long-handled state, walked to the front of the beast, and lifted the saw meat blade high towards its head.

The clergy beast, shivering due to severe injuries, raised its head slightly, hands about to clasp together.

Without any hesitation, Fanen slashed down.

Blood splattered.

Several big characters suddenly appeared before their eyes, as if the dungeon bore witness to their growth.

When that hideous beast head fell to the ground, something inside people's hearts burst out as if it was finally released, revealing a refreshing excitement!

An unprecedented large number of Blood Echoes emerged within their bodies, and alongside them appeared the [Sword Hunter Badge] and several [Monster Blood Pills], as well as a motley of consumables, it was undoubtedly a bountiful harvest.

"Hooray!"

People celebrated this hard-won victory with each other, the bridge echoed with joyful laughter.

"Bro."

Isha smiled and raised her hand.

"Mm."

Fanen also smiled and raised his hand, the crisp sound of high fives echoed.

Finally, successfully hunting the Elite Monster, but his smile only lasted a brief moment, and the same was true for the others, they all turned their heads to look at him, as if waiting for Fanen to give orders.

"We have proven our strength, even powerful beasts will be dragged down to hell by us."

Fanen clenched his fist, and people stared at him, waiting for him to speak out what had long been buried in everyone's hearts.

Seeing such a scene, he felt an unprecedented passion; the feeling of completing the hunt for the clergy beast was nothing compared to the excitement now.

"It's time to reclaim our city!"