These people did not speak or even exchange glances.
Everyone remained unusually silent, even breathing faintly.
The moment the gray-haired young man waved his hand, they split into two groups with remarkable coordination.
One group moved quickly through town, avoiding any residents they might encounter along the way.
The other hurried toward the mine outside town.
Even as they moved quickly, they made no sound at all. It was as if they had practiced these movements thousands upon thousands of times, each one ingrained in their bones.
The first group crossed most of the town in no time and reached the two-story house where Richard lived.
They quickly spread out into a circle and surrounded the house.
One of them pressed his palms together. Faint ripples spread from his body, distorting the air and linking him to his companions on either side.
In the blink of an eye, the ripples passed through them and formed a ring around the house.
In the darkness, a tiny moth was about to follow the light into the house when it struck something invisible in midair and burst into flames.
The cage had been successfully set up, but the gray-haired young man leading the group did not relax.
He stepped forward and headed toward the house's tightly shut front door.
In the living room on the first floor, Fang Cheng and Isis stared at each other.
Fang Cheng had just been about to subdue Richard when the man suddenly vanished. Neither of them had seen how he disappeared.
Isis furrowed her brow. "Look for him. See whether he left this space or hid somewhere else in town."
Even before Isis said anything, Fang Cheng had already spread his blood out to search.
A moment later, he froze. "Where did all those people outside come