Dream Shell Tribe and Slaughter

Bai Yang's perception was extraordinary. That voice had been unmistakably human.

The Demon Race's vocal organs differed from those of humans, creating a decisive distinction between the two.

The strange man's clone shot toward the source of the voice like a wisp of wind, leaving no trace behind.

The shadowy streets beneath the night posed no obstacle to him; they were as bright as day.

Though the voice did not continue, Bai Yang had already firmly memorized its location.

After racing through three streets in succession, his spiritual power swept toward a two-story building.

After seeing the situation inside clearly, the strange man's clone crashed through the wall with a boom...