Then gather at the original underground shelter as a temporary control point.

At this moment.

In a vast main city of the Witch Race.

The figure of Han Xing appeared.

In front stood three figures.

Wu Ling’Er, Ciri, and Commander Kathy.

This was the original third main city.

However, today the main city was met with chaotic scenes.

A large number of the infected were pulled out and then herded into the underground shelter.

Looking at the chaos before him, Han Xing frowned.

The three people in front of him simultaneously knelt on one knee and said in unison.

"Please forgive us, Lord Saint Master!"

The appearance of such a situation in the main city.

As managers, they certainly had an unshirkable responsibility.

However, Han Xing did not want to pursue this matter.

He just wanted to quickly check on the condition of these infected individuals.

"Let’s go, to the shelter."

As soon as he finished speaking.

The four figures disappeared from the spot.

Then, they directly appeared inside the Witch Race’s underground city shelter.

It was called a shelter, but it was actually a huge underground town.

Inside were various facilities that were quite well-equipped.

Residential houses, resource warehouses, weapon-forging workshops, culture bases, etc...

Even in the event of war, relying on the resources inside.

They could hold out for a long time.

However, now this place had detained a large number of infected.

There was a large group of Witch Race soldiers guarding the entrance to the shelter.

Upon seeing Han Xing and the others coming, a look of shock appeared in the soldiers’ eyes.

"Lord Saint Master!" the group of Witch Race soldiers shouted fervently.

Han Xing nodded, "Take us inside."

"Yes!"

With that, Han Xing and the others appeared in the underground city.

Han Xing surveyed with his divine power and immediately noticed something unusual about the group of infected.

He glanced at Ciri.

"Is this the plague you mentioned?"

Ciri shook her head helplessly, "I’m sorry, Lord Saint Master."

"This isn’t a plague, but a curse."

"They hid it very well..."

Ciri answered truthfully.

Han Xing waved his hand.

At this time.

A shaky figure suddenly appeared on the empty street.

It was an infected person.

The pupils of the nearby Witch Race soldiers contracted instantly.

They hadn’t seen when this infected person came out.

"Stop!"

"Hurry back to your quarters!"

The group of Witch Race soldiers shouted.

At this moment.

Han Xing’s figure flashed and appeared in front of the infected person.

It was a young male with a refined appearance.

However, he seemed very weak.

Large-scale ulcerations appeared on his arms and face, with various strange eyes wriggling on them.

This was a sign that the curse had entered the body and was gradually worsening.

"What’s your name?" Han Xing asked.

Upon hearing Han Xing’s words, the young man’s face showed an obsessed smile.

Yellow saliva dripped from the corners of his mouth, and his entire body emitted a foul odor.

"Eat... eat meat..."

Han Xing frowned slightly, "Eat meat?"

After hearing this, the young man once again showed a bizarre smile at the corners of his mouth.

"I want... to eat your meat..."

The nearby Witch Race soldiers immediately shouted in anger upon hearing this.

"How dare you!"

"Do not be disrespectful to Lord Saint Master!"

Han Xing waved his hand.

He did not care.

At this moment, Ciri spoke worriedly from the side, "Lord Saint Master, the infected are currently in this state."

"Sometimes lucid, sometimes chaotic."

"We’ve used the best curse-removal secret elixirs from the clan, but still have not had much effect."

"Now, the Twelve Priests and Thirteen Priests are already searching for a method to remove the curse."

Han Xing nodded, "Have you tried using divine power to cleanse the curse from them?"

Ciri froze.

Even Wu Ling’Er beside her was in a state of confusion.

Speaking of which, they hadn’t tried it this way before.

However, Han Xing knew.

These legendary powerhouses had divine power that could resist and even remove the effects of curses.

This is also why.

Once reaching the legendary level, they were rarely entangled by such curses.

Han Xing asked no more questions.

Instead, he attempted to cover the infected person’s body with divine power.

The next moment.

Han Xing felt a sinister and foul odor approaching.

This odor even began to invade his divine power!

"Sizzle... sizzle..."

In front of Han Xing, a plume of corrosive smoke appeared.

"Hmm?"

Han Xing furrowed his brows.

The situation before him was indeed quite bizarre.

It’s important to know that divine power is a special kind of energy without a physical presence.

But now, it was actually being corroded by the aura emanating from this infected person.

And in Han Xing’s perception.

This infected person was merely a mortal who hadn’t even undergone the first transformation.

"Let’s try again."

With that, a faint golden light appeared on Han Xing’s body once more.

As he began to focus.

The sinister aura from the infected person was instantly dispelled.

Intense white smoke erupted from his body.

Just when everyone thought Han Xing’s divine power was showing its effect,

a bizarre scene unfolded.

The young man’s face suddenly contorted into a painful, twisted smile.

He looked at Han Xing, making a sound like a blower from his throat.

"Hah... hah..."

"Lord... of the Human Race!"

"Hand over the object..."

"Or you will not rest in peace!"

After speaking, the infected person extended his rotting hands, seemingly attempting to grab Han Xing.

"Stop!"

Those Witch Race soldiers immediately drew their weapons, preparing to rush over.

However, there was little turmoil in Han Xing’s heart at this moment.

He could sense that the infected person’s state was extremely unstable.

Han Xing slightly raised his hand.

Just as he was about to seal the other person.