Fiendish Demon—Dan Yan
Feeling that enough time had passed, Dan Yan glanced at his watch. The swaying swing stopped on its own.
"For children, this much time is enough to bring their fear and resentment up to standard. The quality of the Baleful Aura will be at its peak... My condition today isn't even at its best because of the training camp recently. I never expected there to be so many humans in the Movie World for me to consume. Looks like the Goddess of Luck is on my side. I wonder which unlucky fool will run into me here."
Dan Yan walked toward the woods in the park. Three disciples were tightly bound to tree trunks, the hemp ropes already cutting into their skin.
Yet the three disciples' eyes were dull, showing no trace of unease or fear.
"Hm? What's going on?"
Obtaining Baleful Aura through killing seemed simple, but there were actually many intricacies involved.
The more intense a human's emotions, the more Baleful Aura their body would produce upon death. Therefore, before killing someone, Dan Yan would usually play little games with them, such as hide-and-seek or torture. Once their emotions reached a sufficient peak, he would finish them off.
But the three children before him had been tied up here for so long without showing the slightest emotional fluctuation.
"Forget it. I don't need to replenish that much Baleful Aura anyway."
Dan Yan waved a hand, and the heads of the three disciples fell to the ground one after another.
But no matter how Dan Yan tried to draw it out, not a trace of Baleful Aura was absorbed. Instead, strands of eerie black hair frantically spilled from the wounds on their severed necks.
"Annihilation."
He clenched one hand, and an invisible layer of Baleful Aura