The Cycle of Endless Death and Resurrection

This group of people did not converse, nor did their gazes even meet.

Everyone maintained an abnormal silence, their breathing so shallow it was barely audible.

The moment the gray-haired youth waved his hand, they split into two groups with practiced tacit understanding.

One group moved rapidly through the town, avoiding any residents they might encounter along the way.

The other group moved swiftly toward the mine outside the town.

Even while moving at high speed, this group did not make a single sound or disturbance, as if they had practiced these movements thousands of times until every action was etched into their bones.

The first group crossed most of the town in a very short time and arrived at the two-story building where Richard lived.

They all quickly fanned out, forming a circle to surround the small building.

One of them pressed his palms together, and faint ripples spread out from his body, distorting the air and connecting to his companions standing on his left and right.

In the blink of an eye, the ripples formed a circle through these people, enclosing the building within.

In the night, a small moth prepared to fly into the house following the light, but it collided with something in the air and spontaneously combusted.

The Cage had been successfully erected, but the leading gray-haired youth did not feel relieved.

He took the initiative to step forward, walking toward the closed front door of the house.

Inside the first-floor living room, Fang Cheng and Isis stared at each other.

Fang Cheng had just been about to move to subdue Richard when the man suddenly vanished; neither of them had discovered how he disappeared.

Isis frowned and said, "Search and see if he has left this space or hidden somewhere else in the town."