“Yes!!!” Tens of voices cried out at the same time, and the surrounding white coat personnel immediately began tapping furiously at their computers, sending order after order flying through the system to their intended recipients.

“Sir!” Just then, the door opened and a burly officer strode in hurriedly, bowed respectfully, and whispered, “The ten hunting zones in the City of Salvation… have begun to move.”

Zhang Chenghai’s eyes quivered slightly, and his gaze was immediately filled with a chill.

Yin spirits weren’t of the greatest concern. Their numbers were indeed a problem, but they were a problem that could be resolved in just a matter of time.

The real problem lay with the hunting zones.

Each and every hunting zone contained a vengeful apparition that possessed abilities equivalent to that of an Operative-class Emissary of Hell. In fact, there were just too many such places in Cathay, and too few Hunter-class experts to go around.

“Elder Mei.” He shut his eyes and gritted his teeth.

“This old one awaits your instructions.” Elder Mei made a palm and fist salute and took one step forward.

Zhang Chenghai took a deep breath and made a painful decision, “Mobilize all of the probationary cultivators as well.”

Elder Mei was taken aback, “Sir, I’ve got to remind you that the probationary cultivators… aren’t even at the Operative-class level.”

“Every single...