"What kind of monster are you!?"
In the gloomy alley, five strong robbers lay dead on the ground, completely motionless.
Their robust bodies had been completely drained, their hideous, twisted faces seeming to show that they had died after enduring immense fear and torment.
Only one man remained—their forty-year-old leader. He stood at the alley entrance, unable to stop himself from trembling.
Having worked in this line of business, these men had long since witnessed their companions being killed on the spot. They had also suffered serious injuries themselves and understood very well that those who lived by the sword would eventually pay the price.
But the situation before him was entirely different.
The gruesome deaths and the terrifying creature they could not fight caused layer upon layer of fear to rise within the robber.
The well-dressed man was crouching beside his companion, absorbing the nutrients in the human body through tendrils growing from his mouth.
"Monster!! The world is going to be destroyed sooner or later anyway, and I won't live for more than a few days! Go to hell!"
The man pulled a short knife from his waist, driving away his fear with rage. He charged straight at the monster devouring his companion's corpse and plunged the knife into its ugly head.
"Die, die!"
Disgusting fluids kept flowing out. Only after stabbing more than thirty times did the man slowly stop, exhausted.
However, Li Jinlong, who had been stabbed more than thirty times, was completely unharmed. He turned around and bit off the man's head in one motion. The man did not even have time to scream.
About ten minutes later.
When Li Jinlong walked out of the alley, an irrepressible smile filled his face. He seemed to have become ten years younger.
"I never expected my Supernatural