The male fat-sucking monster did not even have time to scream.
His fat, bloated body seemed to be seized by an invisible giant hand and violently collapsed inward.
The sounds of shattering bones, compressed fat, and rupturing organs mixed together, popping like fireworks.
Having just absorbed the fat of a living person, he was like an over-squeezed pustule, instantly bursting apart into a shower of mangled tissue, viscous fat, and dark red blood.
Like the final bloom of fireworks.
It pattered down onto the scorched ground, giving off a nauseatingly sweet, bloody stench.
All that remained was a mass of pure life-energy essence containing the fat-sucking trait, which Wu Heng casually collected as if picking up a pebble.
He did not even glance at the filth. His gaze swept toward the distant Slender Dreamland, lingered for a moment, then withdrew.
His figure faded once more into the night, as though he had never appeared.
The female fat-sucking monster was massaging a customer when she suddenly shivered for no reason. Her fingers tightened slightly, making the customer cry out in pain, and she hurriedly apologized.
Completely unaware that she had escaped a deadly calamity.
Wu Heng had harvested far too many traits from various supernatural creatures by now. Fat-sucking monsters were weak to begin with, and since he already had one, there was no need to fuss over another.
The Ghost Ship silently started up and continued speeding through the air toward Black Creek Town, toward the place where the War Knight had descended.
The highway remained silent. Only the rapidly cooling mound of flesh behind the abandoned gas station proved what had happened moments ago.
Fifty minutes later.
Black Creek Town, a small town shrouded in an invisible atmosphere.
The core of the townspeople's madness was not hidden within some