The demonic flame on Qin He's fingertip hovered half an inch from Zhang Xiu's brow. Then, suddenly, he withdrew his hand.
Killing him would be easy, but the Divine Court's claims about its "Soul-Nurturing Method" were almost certainly true—exaggerated, at most.
If he wasn't truly dead, burning his corpse wouldn't yield a Shadow Play, and this whole trip would have been for nothing.
He bent down, and demonic patterns from his fingertips coiled around Zhang Xiu's wrists like chains binding prey. Then he dragged him toward the Demon Abyss.
The Three-Headed Netherwolf lay nearby. Seeing Zhang Xiu being taken captive, it abruptly raised its two remaining heads.
A savage light blazed in its bell-sized eyes, and the white sulfurous fumes puffing from its nostrils grew thicker. Clearly, now that its strongest opponent could no longer resist, it had set its sights on Sin City again.
It scraped the ground with its forelegs, its jagged claws gouging deep furrows. Just as it was about to rise, Qin He barked coldly.
"Back!"
His voice wasn't loud, but it carried the oppressive might of the Demon Abyss's source.
The Three-Headed Netherwolf stiffened all over. Its newly awakened savagery was instantly crushed back down, and it obediently lay where it was, not daring even to twitch its tail.
Dragging Zhang Xiu behind him, Qin He gradually disappeared into the demonic clouds.
With his departure, the evil beast tide outside the city began frantically retreating, like floodwaters that had lost their guiding force.
Some shoved past one another to burrow into cracks in the earth, while others spread their wings and flew deep into the wilderness. In less than half an incense stick's time, the once densely packed monsters had vanished without a trace.
Inside the city, the Demon Turtle that had turned everything upside