Reverse flow of the Yellow Springs

The Hunting Squad is a hunting organization formed by some noble sons of the Forbidden Zone, after the unexpected discovery that pure-blooded humans still survived in the lost land of the Dead Palace.

Compared to other cities that are constantly in confrontation with human giants and always face the threat of infiltration by night watchmen, assassins target restricted land areas.

The Dead Sleep Palace, which monopolizes the entire continent, enjoys a remarkably comfortable living environment. They do not need to constantly be wary of direct military threats from humans; external pressure mainly comes from the neighboring marine restricted area.

However, conflicts rarely erupt directly between restricted areas; they may even form alliances.

In an environment lacking sufficient external threats, the aristocratic members of the forbidden zones, who are born with resources and power, have very limited channels for seeking excitement.

It's nothing more than hunting powerful supernatural creatures or participating in bloody and brutal deathmatch challenges. Hunting pure-blooded humans has gradually become one of the most popular activities.

After all, those native humans who hide like rats can occasionally unleash unexpected resilience and madness when cornered, and there have even been precedents of hunting teams losing several members due to carelessness.

The uncertainty brought about by the prey's desperate last stand is one of the few real sources of excitement for the hunting team.

Of course, most of the time, the hunting party can only explore the vast lost lands and hunt some extraordinary creatures throughout the year, and it is difficult to really find the traces of those pure-blooded humans who are good at hiding.

Now, while investigating the unusual eruption of the volcanic island where the Lava Dragon resides, they unexpectedly discover traces of a human camp.

This sent the entire hunting team into a state of barely suppressed excitement.

The young nobleman leading the group, named Thorne, wore a ruthless, expectant smile. His four eyes were filled with excitement.

For him, the world was too boring.

Compared to other forbidden zones on land where one must fight to the death against human mega-cities, the Dead Sleep Palace has such a profound foundation that even with the current population of the forbidden zone, it is not possible to fully occupy and develop all areas of this vast continent.

Resources are inexhaustible, powerful figures emerge one after another, and the order of the forbidden zone grows stronger day by day.

Whether they are native creatures of the forbidden zone or assimilated humans from the forbidden zone, their primary task at present is to reproduce and accumulate strength in order to deal with other resurgent forbidden zones.

As a member of a high-ranking noble family within the forbidden zone, Thorne received abundant resources from birth, and his path to adulthood was smooth sailing.

But it was precisely this overly stable and powerful internal environment that made him feel a suffocating boredom, forcing him to seek out some extreme stimulation to fill the emptiness in his heart.

He found that thrill a few years ago when his squad successfully hunted down a group of pure-blooded humans for the first time.

He vividly remembered the initial fear and despair on those human faces. But that despair did not transform into pleading; instead, it turned into a chilling kind of unwavering resolve and extreme madness—a deathly, resolute determination to perish with the world!
In order to cover the retreat of the more promising young people in their race, the human psionicists, the wounded, and the elderly launched a desperate counterattack against the hunting party, completely regarding themselves as disposable expendable materials!

Of course, faced with an absolute disparity in power, the resistance of these pure-blooded humans—lacking powerful lineages, adaptable potions, and even decent psionic weaponry—was destined to be futile.

Their few psionicists were brutally slaughtered by the hunting party, while the ordinary people who lost their stable protection and were directly exposed to the forbidden zone's order quickly underwent horrific mutations and were rapidly assimilated by the environment.

However, the truly exciting part was the subsequent months-long pursuit.

Humans are a species that places their hopes on the future.

Therefore, during their long escape, in order to protect the children and women of their tribe, they repeatedly took the initiative to send people behind to cover the rear, set up decoys, and disperse the pursuers. All of this was done at any cost to protect that slim future.

But in the end, they still failed.

The most ironic and devastating scene unfolded when the last pregnant woman in that tribe gave birth to a child amidst displacement and extreme terror, whose offspring already clearly bore the characteristics of forbidden humans.

During their long escape, they could not obtain the continuous protection of that mysterious force, and were eventually eroded and corrupted by the omnipresent order of the forbidden zone.

This means that even if they manage to protect the future at all costs, and survive, their offspring will only be new kin whose minds and bodies belong to the Forbidden Zone. Forbidden Zone humans!
This fact instantly shattered all hope in the hearts of the last few guardians of that tribe.

"Don't respond! Don't help! Don't come any closer!!"

Thorne still vividly remembers the angry and desperate cry of that last human psionic being.

Then, the opponent, with several weapons stuck in his body, brandished the corpse of the hunter and charged towards him like a madman.

In that instant, Thorne truly felt a long-lost fear of death.

However, this madness, which originated from the deepest despair of the prey, did not make him back down. Instead, it made him feel extremely happy, excited and excited!

He fought with great gusto, experiencing a thoroughly exhilarating battle. Even now, as a powerful overlord, he still reminisces about the "taste" of that battle.

Since then, a tacit understanding has formed among the hunting teams.
If a human group is found, the next step is to trace it back to the tribe behind them.

During the "processing," pregnant women in the community must be left until the very end.

Only in this way, when these human guardians witness the utter annihilation of their last hope, will they unleash the most extreme, purest, and most thrilling madness that will excite these hunters!
Therefore, when it was confirmed that a pregnant woman was among the newly discovered group of humans.

Thorne chuckled, his voice trembling with a hint of pleasure: "This time, we have to follow the trail to find their tribe. Over the years, we've only caught small fry, and they've committed suicide far too quickly, gone before we've even had our fill."

“Sir, the difficulty will likely be immense,” another member said. He was a powerful psychic, a human from a forbidden zone, named Herik.

He also grew multiple eyes and his skin became smooth and silky, but the changes in his facial bones and teeth were not yet very obvious. He was obviously a multi-generational forbidden human who was close to complete transformation.

"Over the years, once we've discovered small groups of pure-blooded humans, they just run around aimlessly and never reveal their clan's location. In fact, to avoid exposing their intelligence, they seem to have placed some kind of restriction or curse on their minds to prevent soul-searching."

The population gap between native creatures and humans in the forbidden zones is enormous, but over the long years, some capable and loyal humans have gradually climbed to middle and upper ranks. This Herik was Thorne's own chosen lieutenant—loyal and reliable, only…of humble origins.

Thorne sometimes envied forbidden zones like the Throat of the Ruins, which possessed secret treasures such as the Dragon Transformation Pool, capable of directly transforming superior humans from forbidden zones into even nobler native beings. In terms of population quality and loyalty, their advantage over the Fallen Lands was far greater.

“Moreover, these pure-blooded humans have become increasingly sophisticated lately,” another creature from the native forbidden zone added. “The equipment they use, the traps they set, and even some of their tactics don’t seem like things they could come up with on their own. They seem to have received assistance from humans on other continents.”

"Hmph, I know, it's the Ark." Thorne naturally knew of the Ark's existence.

Several years ago, the powerful figures in the forbidden zone killed several Ark voters who had been teleported to the Lost Lands.

Unfortunately, no one in their restricted area has yet received recognition for the Ark ticket.

Otherwise, with the intelligence network inside the Ark, they would have already turned the hiding place of Chu He's remnants upside down.

"But these scattered supplies are not enough to make any waves for them. They just add a bit of novelty to this hunt."

He sneered, then gave the order: "Invite my good buddies over. Since we're having fun, let's have a good time!"

To be on the safe side, he decided to invite other hunting teams.

In recent years, those pure-blooded humans have indeed become increasingly sophisticated in their methods, and it would be bad if they were allowed to escape.

Of course, if he could find a human tribe, he would directly summon the Forbidden Zone Legion. "We have top-notch tracking masters and assassins who can catch up with them from afar before they even discover us. They always need to contact the tribes to obtain supplies or relocate their camps."

“If…if they find out,” Thorne sneered, “we’ll let one or two escape if necessary, and continue tracking them.”

"Also, remind all the support teams that once they are within 20 kilometers of the target, they are prohibited from using any psionic fluctuations that could expose them. They must all run and approach stealthily!"

"Our tactics have been iterated so many times, and our equipment is much better. This time, we might actually be able to reach their tribe directly!"

Thorne imagined that all the sacrifices and choices made by the humans in the Lost Lands were for the continuation of the human race.

If they are truly surrounded and their last hope is extinguished, who knows what kind of struggle and despair they will witness!

"Yes, sir!" Herik immediately bowed and accepted the order, turning around without hesitation to begin assigning tasks via an encrypted communicator.

Thorne then turned his gaze back to the traces left behind by the human camp, his four eyes burning with the excitement of a predator.

Meanwhile, the news quickly spread to various places.

The nearest hunting teams immediately changed direction and moved forward quickly. They tightened rapidly like a large net.

"How rare! I thought Thorne's request for assistance was for hunting ancient dragons or beasts. I didn't expect him to actually share the spoils!" One of the teams, led by a female creature from the forbidden zone, moved swiftly. Her four eyes gleamed with intense fighting spirit, and the scars on her face were flushed red. "This time, we can't let the humans escape!"

When she was still a powerful psychic, she fought against strong individuals among pure-blooded humans.

She successfully killed the powerful psychic, but was left with scars on her face. With the methods of the forbidden zone, such scars could naturally be healed.

But she was left with this scar, which did not disappear even after she became a hegemon.

As a member of a noble family within the forbidden zone, being wounded by humans is a disgrace. She is determined to wash away this shame with the blood of powerful humans.

Therefore, she was also the most proactive member of the entire hunting team.

"Go! Don't let other teams have it!" she sneered. "I almost hope there's still a dominant force among the human race!"

"Yes!" the powerful figures behind her responded with smiles.

Because it was a 'game' for the noble disciples, the guards they brought were quite strong, along with the leaders of the hunting squads.

Even if there is a dominant human power, they are fearless!

As they drew closer, they deliberately dispelled their psychic or divine barriers, using only their physical strength to launch a rapid attack.

“Hounds!” the scarred female overlord exclaimed.

As her voice fell, a human in a restricted area behind her immediately unleashed their power.

Divine Path - Bloodline Web.

Blood-source network is a variant of blood-source resonance.

It abandoned its powerful offensive capabilities and mutated into a support-type ability.

It can manipulate its own blood to resonate with the blood within a certain range around it.

It has almost no offensive power, at most causing a surge of blood and qi in ordinary people. It is almost ineffective against psionicists, but it can guide them to the locations of resonance.

The closer the blood origins of the two individuals, the stronger their sensory perception will be.

Coincidentally, the hounds that use Bloodweave are native to humans.

Forbidden Zone Humans are a subspecies of humans mutated by the Forbidden Zone order, and naturally they can strongly resonate with the blood of pure humans.

The hunting dogs in this forbidden zone were bred by humans with a great deal of resources specifically for tracking them.

This is incomprehensible to outsiders; these resources and heritage should have been used to cultivate stronger warriors. But it is the scarred female overlord's insistence, and the reason she is confident she can find humanity sooner.

As they approached the area identified in the intelligence, the hounds activated their Blood Web multiple times.

Suddenly, he looked in a certain direction: "I've reached the resonance! It's about five kilometers away. That color is human! One, possibly male, with very strong qi and blood."

"Male? Alone?" The scarred female overlord frowned. Shouldn't it be a group of people?
But since they are pure-blooded humans, there's no reason to let them go!
If she's not a woman, then she's definitely not pregnant. No need to let things drag on; let's get her first!
So the team immediately changed direction and moved forward at full speed.

The hounds sensed that the man had spotted them and began to move quickly.

"Sir! He's very fast, I'll go and catch him first!"

At the same time, the hound's body instantly transformed into a streak of blood light, disappearing into the forest at an even faster speed, like a blood arrow!
The role of hunting dogs is precisely this: they possess extremely strong tracking abilities, incredible speed, and remarkable self-defense capabilities.

Then, the next moment.
She then saw the hound's head being smashed open with a single punch.

The hound is a powerful psychic. How could he... be a Overlord?
In that instant, the scarred female overlord felt a pang of heartache at losing her precious tool. But even more so, she felt an overwhelming surge of excitement at the prospect of slaying the human overlord!
At the same time, she also saw the man's face, which, by human standards, would be considered handsome. His expression was one of astonishment and disbelief, as if he couldn't understand why he had encountered an enemy.

Surprised? Haha, you're out of luck!

What really caught her attention was his youth.

Is this the dominant human being of this age? Or just some old man pretending to be young?
Who cares what it is! As long as it's human!
kill!

In that instant, the scarred female overlord's four eyes simultaneously emitted a blood-red light. Her Spirit Eye Path - Blood Fiend Shadow Chaser followed her gaze, and four clouds of blood mist appeared and enveloped the man's body, with knives and axes flashing within the blood mist.

At the same time, she rapidly approached, her four eyes flashing wildly, and several abilities activated simultaneously.

Suppress the opponent's psionic energy!

Slow down the opponent's movements!

Analyze your opponent's moves!

then
"Die!" she roared, brandishing her spear as she plunged into the blood mist.
In that instant, she heard a man's voice.

"I haven't turned on Facebook yet!" (End of Chapter)