This was the first time Zhang Tie had personally ended the lives of two ordinary women. Though he told himself that this was the Holy War, that such tragedies occurred every day in the Devil Race's occupied territories, watching those two women die with his own eyes still left a sense of melancholy rising within him.
After the melancholy came an icy killing intent that filled his chest.
At this moment, apart from the naked women lying unconscious on the ground, there was no one else alive in the garden. Those women were all sex slaves from the City Lord's Manor. They had once been ordinary people, but now their only duty was to serve as tools for the scum of the Three-Eyed Society to vent their lust upon. They had no dignity whatsoever, living each day without knowing whether they would see the next.
Zhang Tie closed his eyes and recalled what he had just taken from the mind of that Arthur Family man named Fiterich. Then, a chilling sneer appeared on his gloomy face, one that would make anyone who saw it shudder.
After sweeping his eyes over the scene, Zhang Tie's mind stirred. The Divine Rune of the Tracking Art in his Sea of Consciousness trembled, and ten Tracking Touches flew out from between his brows, landing on the garden lawn.
The Tracking Touches were special, concealed spiritual marks visible only to Zhang Tie. In his vision, they resembled golden dandelion seeds, drifting down on the wind, weightless as they gently settled and vanished amid the grass.
As long as they remained within his line of sight, Zhang Tie could control those Tracking Touches with his thoughts, making them attach themselves to specific objects or people. He had tested it before: even while using his incarnation beyond